[ Claude pats his stomach, jovial as ever. ] Then it's a good thing I've got a stomach of steel. Back in my academy days, the students all got a shot at cooking! After that experience, I won't be felled so easily.

[ He leans against one of the tables, getting a little more comfortable now that it's become apparent that nobody else needs a little forceful escorting out of the rowdy bar. ]

You should try the sweet-talking one day. It might take longer, but it sure beats having to tussle with a bunch of drunkards. They get drunk enough, and they don't feel much pain anyway. [ He raises a brow at her. ] This King where you're from -- he's the charismatic sort?