[He growls when his hand is smacked purely out of reflex; it didn't even hurt, but he pulled his hand away anyway.]

That's disgusting. How come the meat can make me sick but the other stuff wouldn't?

[Since there's no chance of additional treats, he puts his chin back on Ichigo's shoulder to watch him work. It's weirdly comfortable, and makes him feel warm in ways he refuses to think about. Everything about this weird little house made him feel safe.

He started purring again.]