[His eyes widen a little in surprise, first at her encouraging remarks, and then at her assumption. He holds up a hand and shakes his head quickly, glad that he can use denial of the one thing to avoid talking about the other.]

Oh, no no, I don't eat live things. She was dead.

['She' rather than 'it' is a slip up he didn't intend to make, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't a fond memory all around, and he'd rather not have to go over the details if he could avoid it. He hopes the specificity doesn't trigger any further questions. To head that off he keeps talking about the comparatively safe topic of feeding in general.]

I normally eat goats, so if they were still moving I could get hurt by a pretty severely by a twist or a thrash of its head.

...Horns, you know.