He took a deep breath and avoided her gaze once again. "I’ll put it like this then. My family would go on holiday to France over summer every year until I was fifteen. One year, I tried escargot. I thought I really liked escargot until I had it that same year at a Christmas party. It turns out, I  really  fucking hate escargot. I liked it in France, but even on a silver platter made by one of the best private chefs in London, it was disgusting. Horrid. Do you understand?"