A smirk crosses his face and sticks, he isn't looking at the piece of meat on the plate anymore, he's looking at the one across from him. However, his eyes are devoid of any predatory look, more like a want.
"you know that steak looks quite rare, very pink the middle and delectable. However, I've certainly never been on to seek a bite of another's steak. I am wondering how good it tastes."