Prometheus swallowed his mouthful, not ashamed in the slightest as he ripped another chunk of steak off with sharp canines. Thanks, Lahabrea, for letting him keep them, at least.

"What'd I do with manners as a dragon?" he asked cheekily, but he did temper his inhaling so he looked... well, less pig-like maybe. He still ate with his hands, though, pausing to lick and suck gravy and lingering juice off his fingers when they got too drippy. In no time at all he polished off his steak, though it barely put a dent in his appetite.

He usually ate fully grown polar bears, after all, which were slightly heavier than his dragon form. A little steak was a drop compared to that.

Prometheus considered this, licking his lips clean.

"I'm gonna need..." he made a quick calculation, "Another hundred of those, at least. Or just gimme an entire bear- actually, no, I'm sick of bears. They're all I've eaten for centuries..." What was as big as a bear, but not too tough with lean muscle? "A wisent. I want a wisent."