Fenris bristles slightly under the laughter. He does not know this woman well enough to tell joy from mockery.

"I have no use for such things." He puts the food aside, pan sitting on a nearby rock. The fish still sizzles within it. Fenris takes the time to put his gauntlet back on, so both hands are sharp, unforgiving things. "I have no utensils. If you are hungry."

He cuts the fish in the pan with sharp metal fingers.