[Poggio]

Red watched, wondering why the eyes that stared at him, made his face heat up. The man ate sausage like pig, inhaling it smoothly before biting, but like with the tongue that often licked his fingers, he sat transfixed with a small agape mouth in the shape of an O. The words broke the spell on his transfixed stare and he swallowed hard before shaking his head. Recalling the way the hand slid so easily around his waste he grabbed his basket. "It... is nothing Mr Growl... I remembered how much you like snacks and hoped to see you again." He took out one of his own pieces of dried jerky and offered it tentatively, transfixed on the mouth, not sure if he should be disgusted or amazed.