[ With a morning romp out of the way he can focus more on the map he's making of the current island they are on. Poring over it in his trousers and a loose, crinkled shirt, he looks up affectionately from the desk at the sight of Aphrodite lounging on the bed and snorts at the question. ]

I was wondering how long you were going to bury your curiosity about that. I, uh ... ate these balls, [ that sounds so weird, ] they belonged to my last patron.

[ Wait. ]

Not like that —

[ This is the worst explanation. ]