What may have seemed like an obvious command to the were-mongoose had Chase confused again. He'd only just learned how to communicate verbally with women. This was a realm beyond his current capabilities. He did recognize, however, that there was no point in verbalizing the question in his mind as she still wouldn't be able to respond properly. That and she'd taken off running. He'd imagined a huff would have accompanied a dismissal and the sound she'd made earlier as he'd recognized her and introduced himself hadn't seemed dismissive. All this, of course, assuming that women sent off signals that weren't simply convoluted for the sake of messing with someone's mind. Quinn seemed straightforward enough, which he liked about her, but then she'd go ahead and be spontaneous and confuse the heck out of him. Chase stayed in the same grassy spot because he had nothing better to do and his patience was rewarded with Faith's return. She stuck him in the chest with her hand and he wondered if that was some sort of intimidation thing. Mongooses...mongeese? had that tendency, right? Sort of the alpha, territorial, angry...thing.
Taking her hand, Chase shook it as he committed the face to memory. "Ah, I wasn't worried about that," Chase responded agreeably. He hadn't even really thought that it could have been another were until she'd brought it up. Which, in turn, begged the question of where Faith had gotten that idea. Not that he was worried Faith's teeth - human or were - could really hurt him - also human, and especially were - and he'd given her no reason to dislike him. "Perhaps another time, though I wouldn't be opposed to snake. Cooked," he clarified quickly. "I don't think I'm quite brave enough for raw, though snake is a delicacy in many countries." Snakes were actually quite commonly found on many rural Thai tables. And snake blood - cobra, particularly - was still considered a panacea. He'd partaken during his time there, though it wasn't an experience he would care to repeat.
The next question that popped into Chase's head led along the lines of 'do you think your were species affects your dietary habits?' which was a question best reserved for an interview at the lab, not at a casual conversation between colleagues. A social skill he'd been hard-pressed to learn, though he was getting there. Instead, Chase asked, "Are you adjusting well? I believe you just moved to Scarlet Oak, if memory serves right." Which, of course, it did. Chase didn't forget a thing.