Daryl did like raw meat more than fruit. Though he had been intending the request to be something of a double entandre. Something not quite as uncouth as something Merle or his father would have said. It didn't seem to work. Just his luck, even in his dreams he was bad at the whole flirting thing.

So while Jean-Claude had his attention on the basket and his eyes elsewhere, Daryl pushed himself up and onto his hands and knees. Then moved slowly closer until he could casually flop himself down next to JC. On his back. His head coming to rest on the man's thigh. He leaned his chin up and let his eyebrows raise, "Find anything?"