"I thought you just said Dominar's pizza!" The Marquis says.
"What? As in Rygel the 16th?" I laugh.
"Well," the Marquis says, "there'd be a ring on your door and this little geezer with furry ears will be hovering in front of you with a pile of boxes, and he'd say: 'That'll be thirty-two quid for the pizzas' -- burp -- 'so I ate them all. I am your Dominar!' "