His eyes never left her, but his mind had many things going on. She thought fast, and she didn't just fall apart at the first sign of trouble or danger. Not only that, she was still trying to get him to slip up and give her something so that she could shift into something that might get away. He didn't fancy trying to hold her down if she shifted again; he didn't believe that needing energy thing for a second. No way. No way did she just need some toast to shift back to human. And why would she, when he couldn't take her secrets right now.

Cocking his head the other way, he wondered over giving her the jelly. It would be a mistake, but it would be funny to think of her forming into a blob of grape jelly. Oops, he was going to laugh again. How many times was that since meeting Tabatha? Whatever. His dark eyes swept over her for a second, but he wouldn't give in to just that.

"Or," he said in response. "We could just both admit that you don't really need toast to shift back. What you're really looking for is a liquid escape. I'm wondering if you being metal would serve both of our purposes, dear Tabatha." He shifted his head the other way...and his finger was back to cutting into her. The toast was set on her desk.