Faris doesn't understand what could be disturbing about this, but again he assumes it might be some human cultural thing. "As you wish," he says, handing the plate to Hunter. He re-positions himself across Hunter's skin to be a bit more comfortable, his long body winding around his host's torso. His head ends up on Hunter's shoulder. "I hope that it will not be terribly long. My host back home is likely missing me."