Shura eyed Reinhard skeptically. He did not think that the other man was old, but he was also a terrible judge of age since he didn't get to interact with people on a regular basis. He could easily count on his fingers the number of conversations he'd had with people... Certainly the number of conversations he remembered.
It didn't occur to him to ask where the meat came from and he wouldn't have cared what it was anyways. Blood was blood, meat was meat, and Shura was hungry. Walking all day had ramped up his appetite and having something, anything, cooked for him was wonderful. He made a noise of appreciation and gladly, but slowly, ate what he was given.
As he did, he watched Reinhard. Who was far quicker than he was. He mimicked the method of cleaning off the plate and offered it back, feeling a little better about the entire affair. That and getting to sleep next to someone warm was definitely more appealing then being cold again. Settling on Reinhard, he pressed against him and hummed a little into the kiss. " I trust you," he said, eyes partially closed. "I just don't like walking." He wasn't really complaining now. Just talking. His hands slid up against Reinhard's sides, just to touch him. Marveling that he could touch him. "What... what is Oor? The shadow thing?"
Shura wouldn't likely remember but he was curious now. All of Shura's magic and talent came from his own energy, the voices from the blood. It was interesting to meet someone who had something else too, something that talked that he could see.