At her last question, he unconsciously let out a snarl of possessiveness. Who the fuck did that, who just invited themselves over and asked for someone else's --
-- all right, so she probably didn't know that it was a piece of jerked heart, but it was still his. And it made him feel that much less like ripping out a fresh one.
Steeling himself, he gave her another long look, saying lazily, "there's a candy machine downstairs if you're hungry. This is mine."