[He laughs. That's more of what he expects! Not that... that a starving prisoner is funny at all. It really isn't. Gods, he can barely get enough for Geralt, now. Perhaps he should stop making friends with prisoners.

Ah, no. Fuck it. And fuck Ambrose in particular.]

Lovely to meet you, lackluster circumstances as they are. [Before or after. He can do both, actually.] I did give my last black market apple to my friend down here, but allow me to return with a bit of something for you. I don't suppose you have a preference for, er, meat, do you? What with all the...

[He gestures towards his ears and mouth. The dragon bits. Smuggling a bit of chicken may be a tad harder (and messier) than an apple.]