Iago was in a good enough mood to laugh at that. So he did, shaking his head and peeling off the bottom part of the sandwich, leaving the turkey behind. He would deal with that momentarily. It was good, but the thought of it still made him uneasy, though he was wary of everything that was cooked or made in this city.

"Hm, it seems that's all I'm going to do tonight," he smirked and poured himself a bit more wine. "Where is your damn cat this evening?"