[Niles frowns. He doesn't like it when his few offers of kindness are rebuffed. Another day he might have snapped back about Xander's inability to stop him from buying back as many horses as he wanted, but getting the Prince into the loop was far more important than petty bickering, especially about something so theoretical. So he just nods, sighing in annoyance as he considers how to put the worst details about this place into words.]

Anything offered from the directly from the Peacekeeper, from the cake, to the wine, even the candles, can meddle with your temperament and reactivity. It wants to make whores of us all, and doesn't mind greasing the wheels.

[He sighs again, this time far more bitterly.] I know you don't want my help, but I've been here for months. I've had time to stockpile clean food. Stuff I've hunted myself. If you're really convicted to maintaining your chastity here, let me at least give you a fighting chance.