"I did ask," Noctis said as he dragged his hand and shoulder across the counter and fridge before pausing to look at the werewolf. "Remember just a few moments ago? Us on the floor? Licking blood off of you? I clearly asked nicely to let me out and hunt. Can I go out? I need to get out of this house." Noctis' mind was back on getting free and not on the food that he had come into the kitchen to get.