Temugin eats fast. He's always done so - to keep his food from being stolen, and to keep himself from getting in trouble. So being told to take his time was once again baffling.

He's known Stark for all of a few hours, and he's been trusted more than he ever has been in his life.

He's not sure if or when he should fetch Stark for dinner, but he's barely finished cooking when Stark comes by, hair damp from the shower and in boxers.

"Good timing," he says.