Meto hadn't even realized he'd reacted to her kiss. He hadn't ever really spent much time around women. He was either creating his bikes, street racing or drag racing a motorcycle, or being a mechanic. Not really ever stopped to think about spending time with a girl before. So he was a bit unsure how to react to this type of situation. He bites his lip. Had he been that transparent? It wasn't like he'd have used true silverware as a weapon. No that would have been the backup plan. No his original plan was to use on or more to pick the handcuff locks.<br/><br/>He stares at her. Looking at Mindy as if she was a bomb, volcano, and earthquake that could erupt or explode at any given moment. He shivers under her gaze. "Stop that!" he cries out. Trying to bondedly scoot or get away from her cold yet caressing hand. His skin was warm almost like a fire that wouldn't burn you. And he stares at her suspicously. "Well the feeling is mutual...minus the bonds thing." he says grumpily.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Blinking. "Feed me?" he echoes. From him those two words made it sound like this was some sort of foreign concept. Which to him...it was. He looks at her. He had shot the thug an icy and acidy look. His clearly said...come here...I'll figure out a way to kick your ass even being bound like I am. He then looks at Mindy. She was angry and for the moment it wasn't at him. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. He did know her tone sent shivers down his spine.<br/><br/>The chef came in with the requested food. Everything was on plastic or in plastic. Meto stares at the food hungrily. VIsually contemplating not eating in case it was poisoned. Or just to eat and take whatever consequences occured. Option two one out when he stomach growled hungrily. Throwing its vote in.