He had been hungry, but that was before the whole thing about finding out this guy was a god and could kill him but.. at least so far had decided not too.

Well, if this had been a date before, it certainly wasn't now. There was no way a god would, or could date a mortal. The guys in front of him looked so.. human... so normal.. how was it that he was a god? Sherlock just couldn't reconcile it in his mind.

But he didn't want to be rude, so he smile and nodded his head. He was sure he could eat something.

Did.. gods even need to eat? Why would he know how to cook lamb, or did gods know everything? And why had John say that he had been a doctor? He was a god, he didn't need some random locum job.

There were WAYYY too many more questions than answers.