"Oh. Erm. Here." Taking that suggestion, Micolash just...dumps several into his hand and then drops them onto the counter for Henry. Who starts promptly devouring those too. FEAST. This cat is going to learn he can get piles of treats out of the silly caged human at this rate. No moderation.

"Why does he eat like he's starving? He is always like this." Micolash uses one skinny finger to prod into Henry's plump side. See? Hardly in danger of starvation. Unlike the man doing the poking, but that's always a touchy subject, isn't it.

The fridge is thankfully well stocked, incidentally. Slices of meat and hearty bread are present, apparently already ready for sandwiches. Perhaps the demon had hoped that would have been simple enough for his guest and that proved to not be the case. Alas. It's honestly a good thing Ashlynn IS here or this stuff would just go to terrible waste.