"I'd be happy to host you. And provide whatever you need." He has dietary requirements himself; he can't blame anyone else for having them, however strange they may be. It isn't as if the Aegean has a shortage of horrible people nearby that need removal from the general populace, now or in whatever future they may travel in.

Ganymede smiles at the idea of the museum kicking them out--as if they could, given both of their skill sets. If Ganymede can't get them to reconsider, Armand can. But they'll play nice for a little while longer. "You might like the cigarettes I have, then," he murmurs. "They're...technically tobacco," Ganymede clarifies. They're also technically something a hell of a lot stronger, and that hasn't been popular since the 1700s, but he still likes it. It's hard to get addicted to anything for him, no matter what it is or how he tries it.

"I think...I'm in the mood for something dark. But sweet," he amends with a little smile at his friend. "Maybe with some bite."