[He wished that he had been there at the market when the fish had moved its gills one last time. Those were the best times to eat, but this was still very fresh and filled his mouth and his belly in all the right ways as he padded back to where Steve was still in the bedroom near his nest. Right where he wanted his mate.

He paused from taking another bite of scales and muscles at the frown and looked at his nest.]

That's where feasting is supposed to take place. It'd the ideal place where I'm safest and least likely to be disturbed while I feed. You are welcome to join me in it. [In fact, he might insist on it.]