dangerous and sweet like a jawbreaker

The man's posture visibly drooped as he was lightly chastised for not getting enough sleep. Chimera wasn't angry with him, he simply wanted Erystotle to take care of himself. There was no reason to work himself to the bone and slip back into a state of...disrepair. The pearlescent man had filled out some, but still needed to put on some more weight as far as Chimera was concerned. He wanted Erystotle to be healthy and perhaps leaning a little towards the plump side of healthy, if he was being honest.

With the request given to dine with him, Erystotle set up the food then joined Chimera on the mat. The smaller man's words brought a soft huff of laughter from the larger. "I am fit and healthy. You are still recovering." Picking up a piece of the meat, he offered it to the man beside him. "Eat," he commanded, though there was amusement in his eyes as he held the morsel out for Erystotle to take. Once it was taken, Chimera moved on to the next piece, allowing the man to chew and swallow before holding out the next bit. He was taking from his own dish, but it didn't matter. If Erystotle wanted to eat it all, then he very well should.

"You should get more sleep," the man instructed. Having Erystotle eat from his paw was having an effect on the big man. He very much liked feeling the lithe brute and wanted more than anything to have him lick the meaty remnants from his digits. Chimera would then return the favor by licking the juices and oils from Erys' lips... but they hadn't gotten that far yet. "Perhaps you need a bit of strenuous activity to help your body prepare for sleep," he suggested... suggestively.