Still a bit flushed from the compliment the beastman makes sure to keep his mind on what he's trying to accomplish and not to simply use his hands as a pathetic way to hide himself from them. [i]'I know he is just being nice, and that he's probably just teasing me, but it's still nice to hear. I like the feeling of someone wanting me around, and he. . .Perhaps likes me around in, a different way'[/i] He flushes still deeper at this, though his looks pleased rather than upset. [i]'I guess he's right. People find me useful, and tell me so, and that is good too. . .'[/i]

Taking a deep breath he adds a little honey to the bread before placing the sliced veggies on top of it. [i]'Sweet things, he likes sweet things. . .'[/i] Reminding himself to buy more sweet things for his guest he turns to him with a broad smile and nods, handing over Aryx's portion to the man. He tries to think of something he likes specifically but as he tends to simply buy whatever's cheapest in the market he's not even sure if he [i]has[/i] a preference. Looking at the man however it's clear he wants to try and get something specific so with a warm smile he says brightly, “Elk, would be nice. . .” [i]'It will also keep me in meat for months, depending on how long Aryx stays and how much he can eat'[/i]

He's not noticed the man eating overmuch, and recalling the previous day with them bumbling about in the woods he doesn't have too high of hopes, but he feels that if the man is going to do his best to bring in some serious meat to the house, he'd better be ready to take it in. Finishing his bread and veggies he checks his knives and wonders if it would be better or worth it to let the actual butcher in town do the butchering and curing. [i]'It would take a couple of days, and we could cut off a bit to eat tomorrow. . .Eat some fresh. . .'[/i]

While doing his plotting he finishes checking his knives, washes his prep dishes, and begins doing his checks for leaving the house. He's jolted out of his thoughts as he runs his hand over his coiled tail to make sure it's properly in place and a strong sensation races through his that normally doesn't happen during checks. He flushes again, getting a vague idea why it's so sensitive. Glancing over at his guest he smiles softly before covering his tail once more and smoothing out his shirt. “Well!” he says brightly, “Is there anything you need before I go? I can make you a lunch you can carry along with you while hunting or something. . .” He tries to think of other useful things and comes up with nothing, so he simply waits to see what the man has to say.