And you — [ there is the most briefest of glances back at her chest and quadrupedal body was he says this ] — are far too big for me.

[ Maintaining his cold but handsome smile, he shrugs his shoulders and suddenly lifts up from his seated position on the table, to instead... float, in a seated-like pose, mid-air. There is a non-zero chance that any of his quips could earn a centaur's fist flying towards his manicured face, and he'd like to get ahead of that while he can. Howl is so mindful when it comes to avoiding the consequences of his actions. ]

But if you're just looking for food... well, don't tell me Cyrus doesn't feed you Meridians? You know, for free? I didn't take the man for a miser. And I know he's quite capable of supporting his own Shard-Bearers.