Looking at Taste as she materializes nearby, Aethon's stomach gives an involuntary shudder as it rather noisily continues to work on his last meal, seeming almost eager to make space for another occupant.  His eyes quickly flicking across her form, he can't help but admit that she looks to be the most inviting meal he's thought about in quite some time.  Stepping forward, he lightly traces her neck and shoulder before coming back up to her face.  "And what exactly is it that you want, my dear?  I could just bolt you down right now, if you don't mind sharing the space, but I have a feeling that's not quite what<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>want."