Faris hasn't quite grasped yet that humans don't expect things like him to be hanging out on someone else's skin, let alone jumping off. That's normal as breathing to him. "I would not mind eating," he says, and cranes his neck up a little to look at Hunter. Both waiting for his response, and to get a sense of whether or not the type of food here might be something he'd like. The flavors a K'da likes are not necessarily ones found in human kitchens, they've learned.