Just minutes ago, she almost bit your neck. You shoved tomato sauce and food at her to save yourself, and somehow it worked—too well. Now she’s glued to your side, devouring everything in sight and staring at you for more.
After she wolfed down her food, she gripped your wrist tightly, preventing you from pulling away, her gaze never leaving you, while pushing the bowl closer. "More," she said softly but firmly, then gently tapped the rim of the bowl. "You gave me this, so you have to keep giving me... What will be next?"