Trystan raised and eyebrow, looking right at Sam. "You...... took..... my..... CHEESECA- here you go." With a small smile he cut off a nicely sized chunk for the girl and put it down on her plate. "Nobody should ever have to go without cheesecake. When we lose cheesecake, then, my friend, the world will truly be Hell on Earth." It took a moment, but eventually the kitsune started to laugh. And he laughed for apparently no reason. "Mr. Kitty, this is probably going to piss you off. But I'm not exactly worried about that. You wanna be realistic about things? Listen to whatever voices are in your head. There is no maybe. There is no possibly. The world has ended, anything goes. The only way you can make sure you're race isn't being used like cattle is to go round them up and protect them yourself. Otherwise, they're done for." He didn't have much to say after that, finishing what was left of the cheesecake and starting on the chicken and fries. Surprisingly, before he touched the chicken, he shed his gloves, revealing gentle, soft looking hands. They looked as though they couldn't handle a firearm, but there were those who knew better.<br/><br/>His tails had settled down by now, curling around him, a few snaking around Sam's waist. They generated and odd amount of heat, heat that couldn't simply have been caught and kept by fur. He was generating heat. And it was quite a bit of it too. It was odd though. He hadn't been producing this much heat during their little scene, was he?