Dray looks at her. Blinking. Suits him? What did that mean. Teach him English? What was English? Was that the weird babbling and gibberish these two legged beasts used? He was rather confused. He didn't growl at the youth. Merely sniffed his pocket. His mouth dived in and he pulled out a stick of beef jerky. He held it in his teeth a bit. This smelled like the food back home. His tail was wagging just a tiny bit.<br/><br/>Setting it on the table. His hands moving to hold it still. Like a dog with a bone only in this case it was a stick of beef jerky. He starts to eat it.  He looks up. Tilting his head to the side. He didn't pay anything else any attention til his stolen beef jerky stick was gone. He sets his hands back in front of him again. He sniffs the food. Quite literally sniffing it a few times. He growls at a piece of meat. Then pulls her plate close and sniffs it too. He had learned to smell for poisons and or drugs at the place he'd been held. His nose smelled nothing wrong with the veggies or the potatoe. Yet when he got to the chicken he started growling at it. A low rumbling growl. He then sniffs his food and...hits the plate with his hand. Only one piece remained...and it was laced with poison. He looks at her. Snapping at her hand only enough to get her to pull it away from the plate. Looking at the meats and then to her. Repeating this trying to get her to understand one thing...danger.