Reno hadn't yet laid all the way back - and he had no intention of doing so, though he did understand how it appeared. He flashed a playfully hurt look at Rude before the expression turned about as wolfish as his furry 'friend'. "He'll be all right. He had some 'Reno a la king' earlier," the comment was made dryly, holding up his tooth-marked hand.

"If he wants more, when the President gets here, I can go out and get some more meat for him, too... if he's not already stopped somewhere to get this furball the best he can afford to get?" Reno had a hunch, but he knew that Rufus couldn't be far behind Rude. After what happened at the Hunt, Rude likely wouldn't have allowed it, barring a direct order to go away.

"Besides, me and the furball have an agreement. I feed him, he doesn't chomp my hand. He's a fast learner. Rufus will be happy. I like him. Dark Nation never cared if I fed her or not, she just didn't like me." Never mind that Reno was out of food right now, or that Rude was right - the pieces of meat he'd given the thing didn't look like it'd be enough. He said a silent prayer that Rufus was close to arriving. Fangy there was likely going to go from happy fluff-butt to growly teeth soon. For now, though, he just looked between Rude and Reno expectantly, as though one of them was bound to have more meat somewhere.