"What, you want me to flutter my eyelashes and swoon a little?" he asked, laughing too.
"I offered to eat him, you were all, 'Nooooo, it won't stiiiiick'," he said, around a mouthful. "If I had one of those, I'd just keep ripping him apart. And sooner or later, he's going to have to shift and hunt. He won't be able to help himself."