Nostrils expand and snort at her, and his tongue reaches out to slurp along the left side of her breast.  He growls exposing wet teeth in the dark.  Her words cause him a moment of hesitation as his mind wanders over several thoughts.  A sly grin curled on his face, "That all depends," he snorted, "You have to be worth /not/ eating."  His hind leg scritched at the ground.  "And that's quite a bit of worth seeing as I'm /starved/"  He scratches with his forepaws at the entrance of the crevace trying to dig her out.  He could just breath fire into the small hole but he didn't want a charcoaled meal.  He wanted something juicy and still squirming on the way down.