[ He shakes his head at the last question. Goes about moving the moose so that the legs are towards them, stretching out it's head and neck. Could make good clean lines with it. ]

Hunting was for Lords, and I grew up street poor. Then I had a title, and informed that someone else would be making my meals. [ A smile, all the same, nodding Jasper. ] You'll be better at this than I, I'm sure.

[ Pauses and it's half memory that he does not dwell on strictly but passes out from himself accompanied by quick deft movements of picking up a blade and testing it's edge on his thumb. ]

Her Majesty... she had a great love of riding, all the same. So we would hunt sometimes. We'd do it then. [ Right, blade was sharp enough, and he moved to it's head, measuring briefly. ] Even with the food shortages, most of the food is in tins, so people prefer that. Sometimes have to eat rats, though. Have to skin and cook those, if I can. Most meat anyone gets anymore.

[ It's easy to talk when they've got something to be doing and the focus isn't on the conversation or himself, just sound under the movements and rustle of work. Eyes down, he sunk the blade into the neck of the dead creature, began to cut to remove head of the thing. Never mind the blood that quickly washed over his fingers for it. ]