[At that he smiles, and he snaps his fingers. Guiyera rolls in a tray of meats, vegetables, water, and wine. He nods and Guiyera tastes each dish in turn as Hive shrugs his shoulders.]

I can bring in someone else to taste it if you'd like but Guiyera is one of us, one of our kind, an important distinction.

[He shrugs then stands and - clearly with difficulty - extends his hand.]

You can call me Grant.