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The other was considerably more relaxed than Remmy, who remained where he stood, staring at his paws while the man sat upon his haunches and spoke. He asked of a female named Doe, if he had seen her. The boy gave a quick, sad shake of his head. He had not seen nor heard of anyone by that name. He hadn't seen much of anyone, really. It was his second question that made him perk up a bit.

The older stranger was right in his feeling that Remmy may turn down the offer, but he felt his heart flutter at the thought of a proper meal and hesitated. It had been so long. "I..." he began, though his attention was caught by something off to his left. He wasn't sure what it was, but the feeling of being watched returned, and he moved ever so slightly closer to the male. "...I am, sir. I would appreciate that, i-if you want to."