Kazuo sat back watching the whole scene play out. Seemed like the lady-dwarf was making it her business to piss off everyone else in this cave, making "advances" at random men, insulting appearances of people trying to converse, showing her chewed up food to the guy with the weird scarring. She did give him ale though. With his spare hand he grabbed the flask and looked at it. His mother had taught him to not drink alcohol. It dulled the senses and ruined your coordination and ability to think, perhaps your greatest strength in a fight. Also it smelled rather foul, but he wasn't going to say that aloud. 

Shela's reward for her stunning behavior was having half a boar carcass dumped on her lap. Kazuo looked at the thin slice of meat in between his fingers, at the carcass, at the scarred man, then back at his meat. He had made sure that the slice was so thin as to be less than a mouthful, nothing that would be missed but...

"If you want it back, I don't mind." Kazuo extends the meat out. The emptiness in his stomach wasn't worth the enmity of the guy with his big sword out.