Fenris wonders if anything could make fish seem more palatable to him, but perhaps the right sort of wine might. He's aware of the whole notion of pairing wines and foods, something he'd long ago picked up from observing nobles. "It may be nice to be on that other side, but... I'm still not used to it. When your entire life has been nothing but a struggle for survival... it's hard to let that go."

Hard to find what he should do, where to go, when he's no longer running. But it's easier to run from something very obvious than to know what to run to.

He gets a somber expression as James tells his story. "I'm sorry you went through that." A spark of anger flares in his eyes for a moment, thinking of just how much he loathes blood magic. Stories like this just affirm his feelings. "Most magic wreaks nothing but devastation... My feelings have been much the same. I'm... still working on it." He looks at him thoughtfully. "It sounds as if... Have your views changed much?"