The sound Tempus makes is strange - half avian chirp and half feline huff - but it's low and soft, and his head dips in understanding before he reaches for the jerky. That gleaming beak is wickedly sharp, but he plucks the treat from her fingers with delicate precision.

Then he tosses it into the air and swallows it whole. He's already purring by the time he's finished, gaze blazing with delight as much as starlight. There's a reflection of that in Zerxus, significantly muted, but his tone is warmly amused.

"He wants you to know that it was delicious, and that you're a better cook than I am."