With butter, spices, and wine. It is not terribly different in preparation than shellfish might be prepared. It's when they are returned to shells, slurped and —

[He trails off, shuddering viscerally. When he notices the violence of the movement, he glances up toward Joshua, apologetically. He doesn't move any further, though. He's content like this, especially when he lifts his cup for the final drag of tea.

So much for his excuse to stay awake...]

Still, though, I would like to know what disgusts you, Clive. The rest of us have shared our secrets.