Huh. Seems he was already prepared to share, as if the dragon hadn't already eaten a massive bowl of rice in the bathroom. This guy...he was too generous. Seto isn't sure if he...likes it? But then again, he's been contrarian this whole time, what's new?

He takes hold of the small morsel, holding it between his thumb and forefinger delicately, then sniffing it. Hm. Definitely not a flesh he's used to eating. Mostly Seto eats fish though, so that's not too hard a bar to clear.

After a few long moments of hesitation, he takes a bite, letting the flavor of it settle on his tongue before he swallows it mostly whole.

"That's...different," he concedes. "Nothing like fish."

Maybe close to a breed of swordfish based on the texture, but...the flavor isn't quite the same. He doesn't loathe it, at least.