Something about his own answer to the question sticks in the back of the demon's mind. Some odd little irritation. An incongruency. He can't help but pick at it while he happily digs into his meal--using the chopsticks successfully enough to feed morsels into his mouth at the same rate that Huaisang loads up his bowl.

He can't help but fixate on the young Nie's face while he talks. His blood-wet eyes narrow a little... but the expression is quickly broken up with a laugh.

"Are you planning on turning me into a lapdog? Not that I hate the idea..." He says, as his grin turns a little smirk-y. "And if you're going to spoil me, throw some booze on the list."