Ocean's Breath Plateau i just need to speak and bespoke

"And you are rather nice looking fellow yourself." Was he? It didn't matter, he was paid a compliment. It was rude to question it. "Ah, thanks." he said, eyes skipping away. He was still flustered and when he looked back, he saw that the wolf had drawn closer. Without thinking, Diaval took a step back - the distance between them remained. 

He was an idiot. He'd screwed up the entire conversation. And there was something about sex in there, he was pretty sure, but he was swiftly shifting from embarrassment to self-reproach. He was surprised when the wolf offered him dinner instead. Diaval was looking for a way out of the conversation but...he was also admittedly hungry. He was a poor excuse for a predator - not much of a hunter at all. But...well, the turn in the conversation made him cautious. He was confused - was the offer real or was it another innuendo? He just didn't know anymore.

"Uh, I'm not looking for..." he broke off, thought a moment, then sighed. "Do you really mean food or...the other thing?"