Seto has absolutely no concept of modesty. It didn't bother him, why should it bother the human.

He offers a simple hn in acknowledgment, then moves to the kitchen area to set the bowl down...somewhere. While the human searches for something that he could wear, the dragon steps closer to his plate, frowning slightly. So this was what he'd done, huh? Somehow, he'd applied heat to the dish he'd offered Seto, in order to change the quality of the meat.

A heat that emanated from a specific area of this room, which drew Seto closer, his curiosity getting his better as he leans in and sniffs the pan, perhaps just a bit too close. If he's not careful, he'll singe the tips of his bangs, he's so close.

The urge to lick at the surface and get a taste of what had once been in the pan is almost overwhelming.