[ Conrit backs up a little because, well. Despite the fact that he's being friendly, there are a million alarms going off in Conrit's head. The first is, of course, that there is a stranger talking to him and that can be a Very Bad Thing on the streets back in Nieve and-- he has to assume-- here as well. The second is the one he's had since he was an eggbaby, the fear and awe and general enigma surrounding humans. It's enough that he has to swallow back a growl and instead hold the food closer to himself. This could keep him alive for a few days. He's not about to surrender it that easily. ]
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Um. No one else's gonna wanna eat it. Sir.
[ Mine mine mine mine. ]