He doesn't flinch when she barks, but his muzzle wrinkles automatically at the rise in aggression. But he does listen to her with thin, unimpressed patience.

He puts a piece of food in his mouth.

"Two years." He points a thumb at himself. "Cold turkey. Obligate. Cannibal. I get how hard it is to starve yourself off of the one thing that's actually gonna satisfy you. How it's gonna fucking kill you." He lets his hand drop back on the table. "All you can do is fill the gaps with shit to prop up the pieces left of you around it."