He huffs as he settles down, moving to rest his head on Nate's lap while finally setting a small piece of the chicken down and withdrawing his hand so it can gain more courage.

"I was trying to give you a compliment." His voice is warm, though hushed. Very hushed. The first kitten is nibbling and another few have untangled themselves from various kitten piles and are sniffing the air. Anders sets out more small pieces, shredding them with his fingers before leaving his hand nearby, chicken-scented fingers available for their notice.