The array of food had been the most alluring thing in the room to Gren. He arrived with an empty stomach, emboldening an appetite that would surely have no qualms in indulging. The warm platters expelled ribbons of steam that curled at him like a beckoning finger and his hunger heeded the call without hesitation.

He’s making his way to the spread now, his focus and his feet convening in an effort to quickly get him to that glimmering, silver bowl heaping with meatballs. His attention was seized by the potential of gluttony and the fact was obvious as he nearly collides with a man carrying his own plate of food and two flutes of champagne. “Oh, sorry.” He notes the two flutes, certain that the other man was taking them to his date but he utilizes their presence playfully. The jest is merely an attempt to dispel the mild embarrassment he feels for nearly trampling the poor man on his path to a feeding frenzy. “Someone’s thirsty.”