Sneak peek of Ch4

This is a little peek of the rough draft I've been working on. The Legate is asking what sort of entertainment the MC would like to watch while eating. 

"When I realized you were going to join us, I wanted to have a couple of gladiators to fight each other while eating. Or would you have preferred dancers?"

Why would he hire anyone for my honor? Does he know? Is he planning on feedin me before killing me?

He, at least, is expecting for an answer.

    #"Gladiators."

        "The fights are thrilling, for sure. However, it's its own danger to eat while watching something so excite-inducing. I remember one time when I almost choked on an olive." He turns to Camilla. "Remember the time, honey? When you were so thrilled by the show you didn't even notice me choking?"

        Camilla's expression doesn't change as she inspects the olive in her hand. "Your bodyguards were quick enough to answer your call." She pops it into her mouth. Then, without changing the tone of her voice she adds: "Darling."

        The Legate turns back to me with a nod, seemingly not minding that she sounds like she planned his demise.

        "Yes, they're good lads. Gave me a good smack on the back."

        "That's... great."

    #"Dancers."

        "Such a relaxing way to eat, watching the dancers. Almost boring, depending on the dancers. You dance, my boy?"

            #"Yes, Lord Legate."

                "What exquisite news! Would you care to dance to us?"

                "Huh?"

                He roars in laughter. "Just joking, just joking!"

            #"No, Lord Legate."

                "What a pity."

    #"Neither."

        "Neither? My boy, you don't mean that you want something even more physical? I'll have you know that I won't tolerate that kind in the fort. You will have to go to the town to exercise such activities."

        "Huh?"

        "He means whores, my dear," Camilla says.

        "I'm sure Hati doesn't mean he prefers prostitutes," Niall adds quickly.

            #"I do, actually."

                Niall chokes on his wine and starts coughing. Camilla lets ous a little snicker. Legate nods at me with a thoughtful look.

                "I do appreciate a man who knows what he likes."

            #"No, I don't."

                Please let this topic change into something else. Judging by Niall's wandering eyes, he thinks the same.