Red chuckled at him. He was just too sweet and his love for bacon was just adorable. Giving a light shake of her head, she shifts on her seat and politely takes to eating her portion of the meal. She falls to silence, eyes peering over at him as he eats. He almost seems to be going about it the way that an actual wolf might — digging in and being messy about it (although not too messy, as it were.) Her brow arched though and she was brought back to wondering about the marks on his door. Hadn’t he said something about clawing the door to get in?

Wolf… Bacon… Claws…

Swallowing a lump, she pushed her gaze down to her dish and surprised, shook her head — but! She’d meant to nod, so quickly she changed to doing that instead. Oops, silly nerves. Coughing lightly, her fork stirred her potatoes some, playing with them rather than eating them at just that moment. What she had tasted of them before, though, they were delicious. “I, it’s very good, yes…” she gave him a rather nervous nod as she found herself thinking:

What if he was like her…?