Yoko watches him enter with the large plate of food. Doing so while seemingly being absorbed in thought. Which he pulled off and would still have if Shawn hadn't approached him again. This resulted in him growling angrily. Followed by a yipe as he was lifted up like he weighed little to nothing again. He looked at the food and investigates it. Sniffing it for any poisonous or strange aromas. Finding none he still looked at it like it was a dangerous and lethal object. He eyed the strawberries. A vague and confusing memory of the woman he knew was his mother and strawberries. It had been a while since he had any strawberries so that is what lead to the flickering memory. He squirms in the arm wrapped around his waist. Clearly and visually uncomfortable with being touched like this. As well as being close to another male. He couldn't help it as this was closer to him than even that navy bastard had ever been able to get. He growls and eyes the fork. A smirk that was nearly like a pirates crossed his lips. He then shakes his head. Thinking to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">No...a bit of food first...weapons can come later.</span>Yeah...he considered the fork a weapon. Taking up some strawberries he takes a bite of them. A little happy moan escaping his lips at the first taste of the sweet fruits juices. He squirms a bit. Not liking the man being so damn close.