Woodstock smiled as the yet-to-be-known-as-demon woman pointed out that her angelic counterpart had not said a word. He smiled as he grabbed his tongue between his pointer finger and thumb. Cat got your tongue? He gave a small laugh. He knew that she had she had been interrupted numerous times, and probably was silent to show respect. He personally wasn't a stickler for manners--well, at least, not to the extreme amounts that most people wished for. As long as you respected him for who he was, then he would do the same for you.
He shrugged, standing. Ah, well, it could wait. He was starving...his last meal had been in...what....twenty-four hours. Yikes. He motioned them to follow with as he left. Let's find that kitchen... After the two women exited his room, he closed the door, waited for it to lock automatically, then continued on. It surprisingly didn't take long to find the dining room, the kitchens undoubtably through the next door. He sat down at one of the tables, contemplating what he wanted. He shrugged and leaned back, his body language stating. Surprise me.