"The werewolves," she said furrowing her brow. "Or any other guests who might like eating people," she said as if it were obvious. Clearly, he hadn't thought of it. Then again, he was from a place that didn't have all that stuff, right? "Right. Sorry. Where I come from werewolves eat livers and hearts. There are some here at the hotel, but they told me they don't eat people. I'm more of a better safe than sorry kind of person?"
When he chuckled, she wondered how he didn't feel a little embarrassed at the question. But he'd rolled with everything else, hadn't he? Why would this be the one thing that really tripped him up. "Well, that cancels half of them," she said when he mentioned it wasn't for sex. That was when she realized just how many sex questions she was about to ask him and turned red as a beet. "Like...no sex at all?" He had said sex worker, which was confusing.
She was so grateful he took the spoon from her, because she'd forgotten they were cooking.