Erik admires all of Edgar's battle scars of life openly, feeling a pang of something like envy. Aside from the scars on his back that shame him, he has no such marks to show how time has touched him. His thousand years of existence has left no trace. None that can be seen, that is.

"I don't know if it's the best that things can get," Erik says with a playful smile. They could be fooling around in the hot water, after all.

He snorts when Edgar continues with his addendum. "Well, I can't argue that the food here is decent, but in my case that's a bit more of a loaded statement. For me, good food and good company can be one in the same."