He noted the movement of her fingers, but he couldn't say that it was a motion that was dangerous at all. She was dangerous when she wanted to be, but he recognized that her level of threat was minimal to him for the time being. He ate because it was expected of him, that if he didn't, he would weaken and that wasn't allowed to happen.

She seemed to have a lot of questions for him today, and he knew that they were being recorded. She was as close to an order as he had, so he willingly gave up the information. He had no reason to hide; he hadn't been ordered to say nothing at all. "Fighting my modification, not completing the mission objective, not paying attention, creating collateral damage if I slipped my handler, wandering off," he said, tipping each off on a finger.

He regarded her over his spoon and carefully examined the question as a potential offer. "Yes," he said simply. He would like her to stay all the time. "It suits my body, and that's all that matters. Taste is irrelevant, isn't it?"