He saw the mischief in her eyes, the mirth glowing there. How easy it would be to rob her of it, and how miserable he would be if he decided that would be the ideal course of action. Jerec was many things, cruel among them. But seeing Ariel upset because of him was starting to become a very low objective on his list of accomplishments.
In fact her invitation made him grin and he nodded in acquiescence. "Ok, I promise I will be a good chair. This meat will not taste itself, of course," he decided to answer. He pinched off a piece of it's burnt tenderness and shoved it into his mouth. Charcoal had a certain spice to it that he vaguely favored and beyond that he would rather dispose of it.
However since food didn't exactly become available around every bend, he kept chewing. Trying to make a good sport of it, and grinned goofily a her. "It's good. Try it!'