Daryl's cheeks reddened with the offer and he ended up coughing into his hand before he let himself relax just that much further. He turned himself over slowly so he was on his stomach, one arm under his chin. The other stretched out to brush against the cloth of Jean-Claude's breeches. Right at the ankle. Traced lightly over it in a thoughtful manner before he let his eyes drift back to the other man's face.

"Was thinking something more filling than cheese 'n fruit," he answered. His tongue darted out again, once more wetting his lips. "Maybe some meat. Red and raw if you got it."