"Aw, but Shortfang wanna wait for food!" He says drunkenly, however he eventually manages to skip over to you like a happy child, clutching his ale stein like a toy. "Dizzy drink real good! We should buy barrels of dizzy drink for kobolds!" It seems that Shortfang would comply with following you back to the room at least, though he rambles loudly about the wonders of surface food and how tasty it is and how weird that he doesn't really see anyone killing their meat, wondering if it's really meat or something else. Everyone more or less returns to their business and ignores the two of you as you leave.