Mm. Yeah, I have. This whole city's kinda after me to eat; it'd be flatterin' if it weren't kinda weird.

[He mutters that-- not offensively, not really, just more focused on the knife than anything else. He examines it for a moment before nodding and setting it back on the table.]

The quality's good. I ain't one for throwin', just stabbin'-- but thanks.

[That done, he settles back into his seat and sips at his water.]

So tell me about who you want me to draw.