His ears pinned themselves against the sides of his skull at the sharp tone that met an observation he’d thought would be fairly neutral. The words did not seem to match the manner, and he frowned in confusion as another spoonful was offered him. But he ate it nonetheless, automatically. His mind, however, was too tired to try understanding what insult he may or may not have offered. It won no other violence from the little creature, and without the tone, was almost reassuring. He snorted, relaxing again. 

“Nature is not always honest, and wolves belong to her. But a troll will only lie to hide himself.” The depth of the reverberations in his chest as he spoke would have settled the point quite clearly had Hap been another troll. As it was, he wasn’t trying to begin an argument, he’d likely lose. He was merely bringing up a point as he understood it. Deception was not an art reserved for cruelty. And, to a troll, it was not only used in speech.

 “I do not think I will be hiding from you anything of myself.” That was his point. And once it was made, he settled into the silence of the moment. There was a rhythm to being spoonfed, and he had to admit, without the worry of having it return the way it came, the food was pleasant as it passed his tongue. The meatsauce that covered the grains was particularly to his liking. But after a time, he was opening his mouth slower, and starting to turn his head away. At the question, he couldn’t help a huff.

“May be I should not find out if more will stay. There is nothing that feels full and nothing empty.” And the feeling struck him as wrong. He shouldn’t eat if he wasn’t hungry, but he hadn’t eaten nearly enough to be full. Still, it was better safe than sorry. “Wait a time, eh?”