If anyone was in a position to judge someone for explaining things poorly, it wasn't Tal. He listened intently to what Fox was saying, but just gave a shrug at the other man's uncertainty. "Not really," he said with his usual social grace. "So, if y'were hungry... in 'that' way... everything wouldn't be fine?" He wrinkled his nose, brows furrowed as he tried to piece together what the other man was saying and what he meant.
"An' y'can't just... I dunno... eat some jerky or somethin' when y'get hungry for meat or blood or... whatever?" He wrapped the teeth in a handkerchief and tucked it into his pocket, but his focus was on Fox out of curiosity as much as confused wariness.
"An' y'can't just... I dunno... eat some jerky or somethin' when y'get hungry for meat or blood or... whatever?" He wrapped the teeth in a handkerchief and tucked it into his pocket, but his focus was on Fox out of curiosity as much as confused wariness.
