Okay, that would be difficult to resist even without the verbal invitation and he wastes no more time dilly-dallying, a pleasurable tingle running down his dead nerves as he bows his head to dig in, eyes already half-closed in preparation for what will be the best meal he's had since he was souled-
-and in that moment the barrier kicks in, pushing him back a good two feet. Too much excitement there, buddy. Can't get so worked up over your food.