He showed no further interest in looking at her chest. Matthew did things like that not because of any particular sexual drive, but rather out of habit, and because he liked games. She would probably get used to it in time. The bird was harmless. "Raven! You were serious about that, were you? Now that is a good name." He chortled to himself as he repeated the comment again. "Good name. Then my name is Matthew." It was a curiously un-birdlike name. Then again, Matthew was not a very birdlike bird. "I will make a mental note not to call you kid," he agreed. "Since you're going to buy me some salami." He turned his beak toward his shoulder so he could eye her wallet.
"Though I betcha if we waited long enough, the City would drop some on my head. You been here long?"