Something carby for energy? [is ambrose's inevitable answer, with a playful grin. he puts down his basket, then immediately flings! himself onto the bed with abandon. not to be disrespectful of judar's space, but you know. they're here now. the windows get a glance. they're huge, considering he's aware of judar's penchant for privacy. inevitably there's that, then there's wanting your freedom, though.]

We're so high up, it looks like flying, [he observes, even though he's anything but flying right now. lying flat, looking up at judar with interest.] Sandwiches. Or just dessert, if we're going to be the main course. I don't know what you like.

[he's talking about food. he knows at least one or two things about what judar likes as far as sexual intercourse goes. he gestures at the nightstand, just a few feet from his head at this point -- but he's not intrusive enough to go grabbing around soemone's magical affects, no matter how interested he is.] Is that a wand I see over there?