"There must be leftovers, don't you think?" Pian Ran suggests, tilting her head as she considers the problem. There's been so much food with this festival, it only makes sense that there would be leftovers, and only a certain amount of that which they'd be willing to put out day-old. The servants will eat some of it, but a house like this will always have food. She curls her fingers around his in return--her long nails are laquered red and the tips are rounded, but there's still something the slightest bit feral about how she tests them against his skin. Not a threat, not even a particularly conscious gesture. Just the idle flex of a creature with claws.

Depending on how much he can sense magic (it has been a decade or two since I read a dresden book), he may pick up on the aura that radiates off of her, dripping with magic. She's a fox demon, and a rather powerful one, though certainly not top-tier. Strong enough that most lesser demons have the sense not to pick a fight with her.

"If not, then we'll find a way to negotiate."