He had a hand on one of her legs that was resting in his lap, gently rubbing it, but not paying very close attention to the action. It was almost second nature really. He'd gone for a more simpler treat, but still chocolate-y. He did have a love for chocolate, not quite to the level of most women, but probably more so than most blokes. Really, he was more enjoying watching her eat hers. She seemed rather excited about it, and it was impossible not to smile while watching her enjoy it.
He laughed at her question, but didn't miss a beat. "Oh werewolf for sure, I'm far too fond of the day time to devote myself completely to the night. Besides, have you ever heard of a ginger vampire? I didn't think so, because it's simply rediculous. Besides, werewolves are much scarier, much more respected I think. After all, how many vampires have you met? I've met a few werewolves, never a vampire." He sounded like he'd thought this over before, and maybe he had after his brother's close call with Fenrir, but really it had been a spur of the moment answer. Still he kept his look confident as if it was the most obvious answer. "What about you?"