"Ah, a kitty. I don't know why, but I've always liked kitties. They purr on the way down," he said with a laugh, indicating what he meant with a gulp, swallowing down enough spit in his muzzle to make a good sized bulge as he hefted the sandwich up to his maw, opening it wide and showing off those fangs of his, dry and shiny in the low inside lights. With one motion he pushed the whole thing inside, his muzzle long enough to easily accommodate it as the teeth clicked together.<br/><br/>He continued to smile at the dragons as he worked his tongue around the mass of meat, cheese and bread, smashing it against the teeth in a way that was very similar to chewing, and had the same end result of curling the mass into an easily swallowable ball of mush. The kitty, a loose bit, would have been flung from inside the sandwich on the first press, and the wolf murred a little as an unknown bit of something landed on his tongue, causing a nice, and oddly familiar taste to pervade his maw, while spit began to fill it again, soaking everything.