[hold on a second…he’s getting mixed messages here. it might not be wise to trust a creepy looking human who is curious about his inner working and wants to take him to the kitchen.] “Whoa, whoa, whoa, HOLD UP, lady. I’ll be happy to cook dinner for ya’, but if you’re plannin’ on making me the dinner, then we’ll have some trouble. Just so ya’ know.”
Why would anyone want to eat a subject as interesting as this creature was? She was even being as polite as she could–in her own sort of way–and would keep any tools for dissection away from him. Besides, there didn’t seem to be a lot of meat in his frame. He’d make a nice broth, though.
“There is no need for me to eat–it’s merely pleasantries if I ever decide to crave. Though I think the others would like to try your cooking.”