Before his stomach can attempt a revolt, Alistair pops the rest of the cube into his mouth. It's only because he's so tired that the doesn't accompany it with embarrassingly obscene noises.
Once he's swallowed: "All right." Solemn. "You've convinced me. No demon could make cheese that good."
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Oh, Maker, that tastes wonderful.
Before his stomach can attempt a revolt, Alistair pops the rest of the cube into his mouth. It's only because he's so tired that the doesn't accompany it with embarrassingly obscene noises.
Once he's swallowed: "All right." Solemn. "You've convinced me. No demon could make cheese that good."