Well, he certainly got what he'd paid for. A night spent drinking and with a loose grip of his wallet had ended with him buying an "exotic pet" which he only now seemingly realized, may have been more human than he would've liked. The thin coat of patterned fur that seemed to cover portions of your body was certainly animal like, same with the ears and the bend of your legs , but the terror in your eyes and the looks of discomfort you kept shooting him whenever he simply walked past seemed human enough to make his skin crawl. He'd already tried small talk, talking mindlessly for nearly an hour before noticing that you didn't even seem to be listening, he'd tried offering you food in a bowl or on a plate and you barely even moved from the spot in the travel crate he'd received you in. And it wasn't like he could just call a vet and see what you liked, he was fairly certain simply buying you was probably illegal. Or you yourself might've been some secrete government experiment that now he'd be hunted down for coming in contact with. Shit, he could pitch that to a producer. Regardless. He didn't know what to do with you.

He waltzed over to your cage and slid the plate of food to you, the other plates from lunch and breakfast still untouched. After a moment he commented: "No clue how much longer you can go without eating, but I can see your ribs. And I'll probably have to give you some modified goldfish funeral type of thing if you drop dead of starvation. Just a heads up."