Sherlock's mildly placated by the offer of food and food for later, so he's a bit more amiable this time around. He can't completely blame him for staring. He would have been far more blunt if he was on the other side.

"It's fine," he says, reaching for a fork. He's got rather large fangs, one can see, visible when he starts chowing down. A pause.

"Thank you, for the...uh..." he waves a gloved hand at the food. He did have manners, when he wasn't being sulky or inconsolable.

"So you just arrived? What'd they get you for?"