Devouring Brimstone II

...Ah! You've returned. ...Not that one such as myself would ever expend any of my ever-so-valuable time patiently awaiting the return of an esteemed guest at the head of a dinner table I had reserved personally for the both of us. Not at all. Anyhow! Please, make the most of this precious and exquisite opportunity to exercise your free will and pick any seat that you desire, for they are all equally recherché and bijou. Now, I insist, feast to your heart's content upon this meal most nefarious, filled to to it's ever-expanding boundaries with iniquitous nutrients and unrighteously flavorful notes! Use your mind, like Moses from the Book of Exodus, to part this magnificent sea of flavor, and identify the subtle and subdued, yet ubiquitous presence of spice, assiduously administered by your very own future lord of darkness. Surprised that I possess such an aptitude for the culinary arts? I suppose I cannot find fault in that presupposition, but I nonetheless shall find endless pleasure in extinguishing the flame of underestimation in your soul. ...Now, if it pleases you, perhaps we may partake in this meal together? In all my excitement and desirousness, I never found the chance to taste the dish myself... Eh? You're intended to taste the dish  yourself before serving it to others? I see...