It was true; Ulrich didn't enjoy coming out of the sea very much and would often only do so when he was tempted by something. Of course, he did it a whole lot fucking less after he found out who he'd slept with the night Luca was conceived. Unfortunately, it would become a regular thing in the foreseeable future.
"However amusing that may be, I don't think it would be viable." He couldn't help but crack a small smile, though. Ah yes, perhaps he would ask that one guard who grabbed him off the ship if he'd be willing to do so. He knew he likely wouldn't say no even if he truly didn't want to.
"I will likely be given an allowance for your food and groceries until I can find a chef." He'd yet to hire one, and he hadn't really thought about it because he was perfectly content with taking a dive into the ocean for his own. He'd almost entirely forgotten that Nicolas needed other food. "What do you like to eat?"
French, perhaps. Decidedly not seafood, and he'd be surprised if he did.
