He smiled at her willingness to join him, and was unsurprised at her offer for some nightly fun. If his mood improved, he might take her up on that. As the meat cooked, the pair of them picked and prodded at it, to cook it just right. Raffey had been around many a campfire in his life, having found the sight calming. But something kept... seeming off with this one. Occasionally it would curve one way when he expected it to go the other. There wasn't really any wind tonight, but his mind couldn't really find any other explanation for it. Just an odd fire he guessed. 

He let out a deep sigh as the woman had pressed against his muttering. It was his own fault he supposed, he did mention it. [color=fff200][b]"Aye, Dibneh. Me an' 'er travelt da worl' togedduh. Know 'er seence aye were a wee tot. So pretteh, shineh een da sun. Crazeh smawt too. We hun' monstahs fah years. When tha' vines witch capcha' us, I tol' 'er ta run. We always agreet dat eef da udder couldn' be safed, dat we'd leave duh udder behindt. She all alone nah, probably scaredt, hungreh."[/b][/color]

He looked at the food, grabbing a few pieces, offering them to Drache first, before chewing on one himself. They were good, even unseasoned. Nice and fatty. [color=fff200][b]"She were dah cutes' leetle ting when she hatch frum 'er egg. Bes' auric beetle evah."[/b][/color] 

Looking up at her, eyes a bit wet at the thought of his missing companion, [color=fff200][b]"Ah'm Raffey. An' who migh' ya be? Aye've nu' meh a she-drake buhfow."[/b][/color] Offering a hand to shake over the fire.