"Yeah, well, it really wasn't my intention to starve ya." He shrugs as he moves to sit down in the other chair. That had been an interesting task when he first tried and more often than not he doesn't bother with furniture, but he makes a point of it now. It always serves to remind him how he's some strange mutation between wolf and man, doesn't fit into either physically anymore. He really doesn't like those reminders. But right now Castiel is more on his thoughts than his curse, and that's...that's preferable. So he keeps his attention quietly on the other as he picks up the torn leg from the rabbit and easily tears into it with sharp teeth.