"Yeah. Martial arts. Someone's gotta teach these pansies that there is no such thing as a Karate Chop." He grins and takes another large bite of his sandwich, gesturing that Tom shouldn't go anywhere because after this bite there was an important thing he had to know.

"And wishes are my commands are they?" a mischievous grin spread across his lips. "Well! We'll see about that." He continued, chomping another giant bite out of his baguette.

"So." He said through his mouthful. "Did you meet anyone out on your big whatever-you-were-doing?" He grinned.