"Aye, though I'm sure it was fun to watch them try to start, yeah?"
"I canna imagine having eaten such things in my human life, and certainly na now." Duncan shuddered at the thought, and knowing that it was likely a human or at least some humanistic features... well that made his stomach turn a little at the mere thought of the digestion process involved. And then his curiosity got him. "I wonder how much it hurts her to go to the bathroom after?" He shook his head. "Na. Dinna answer."
His eyes moved over to the tent that Conor spoke of and he made a mental note to avoid it. "Aye, I have no doubt he is a decent guy. I just dinna like dolls, so I'll avoid it."
Duncan's gaze moved to the charm that rested on Conor's wrist and nodded his head a little. He wondered what exactly it did, but didn't want to hold up the other man should he need to retreat quickly. Another time perhaps. "I dinna wish ye to be uncomfortable. Ye can go, and if ye like I can come with. Or stay here." He offered a small smile, not wanting to intrude on anyone who did not wish him to stick around. And not all together sure of what to do next.