Jargon tilted his head slightly, aware of someone further down the table talking rather loudly about his race. But he ignored it, rather going back to inhaling every piece of meat in front of him. Then he saw a hand slither his way into his food radias and paused, glancing at the face. Isaac. It let out a small shrug and went back to eating his food. But, before too long he was stuffed to the brim, even though he had already eaten twice the normal amount for a typical human. He said," aye, that should hold me over for a few good days." Much like actual dragons, depending on the size of the meal he can go a few days without eating and feel comfortable. He grabbed an ale, finishing it in one swallow. That would be his only drink tonight. No use waking up tomorrow wanting to just curl up and not move with a hangover.