Haha. Oh boy. He kind of figured maybe someone who is definitely not human would understand, even if it's not a pretty picture and even if he hates it too on a fundamental level. He instinctively parses that club for what it is and lets out an even more distressed gurgle than before. His tail starts to coil up behind him, like the snakier half of him thinks he might have to strike even though the human half of him isn't really equipped at the moment.

There's nothing for it. He's too vulnerable as he is right now. He has to start horking down his dinner faster than he's really comfortable with, which probably just makes the whole thing that much less pleasant to look at. He lifts his upper body a little and tips his head back, hoping gravity will help. It did once before. It's a little like watching a terrible bird try to knock back two whole baguettes.