Ever so slowly Anakin crept out from under the couch. First a cautious paw, then more of his face, and another paw. When his head was revealed he froze and stared at Padmé for a number of heartbeats. He could smell her, there waiting, it was mixed in with all the other scents he was picking up. The smell of the sitting room, the couch, the carpet and yes that chicken in her hand. It was a lot to take in.
But when Padmé didn’t move at the sight of him he relaxed a bit, enough to take another step out into the world.
From there, not daring to move his whole body closer, he stretched his long, sleek body and neck forward as much he could in an effort to get closer to that piece of food.
With two opposing desires warring against each other in his head this was a stressful moment for him.