He was almost close enough reach the piece of chicken in Padmé’s hand. With his eyes partially on the prize and on the possible danger Padmé presented, he stretched ever closer forward. He was so close the smell frustratingly teased his nose.
At about this time he’d had enough of patience and in a flash he lunged forward to claim that thing he so desperately wanted. It was, after all, being dangled in front of him as if it was his to take.
With the bit of chicken in his mouth he leapt back towards the couch but didn’t go under. He just needed to retreat a few steps to ensure that the food was his and that Padmé couldn’t take it back. In a matter of seconds the piece of meat had disappeared down his gullet and he was licking his lips looking around for more. He blinked up at Padmé, crouched as he was with tensed shoulders and hunches, as if she might give him more or she might strike out at him, he still wasn’t sure.
He stayed like that looking at her, waiting to see whether he would be rewarded for his efforts, or punished.