Now that's what he's talking about. Seriously, all his monstrous sensibilities are just telling him to start eating it here and now, but he'd have to get the bows off first. And it would take a while to get rid of...its good for a week or so, he supposes.

"T-that's fine! No, this is...this is really good." This is a feast for a king, he thinks as he looks down at it. "This is a great gift, Desco."

There's a long pause, before he mumbles out:

"Thank you..."