Rasputin was no stranger to predators eating. The dragons were actually quite tame in method when compated to some exotic specimens he had studied in the past."Family of some kind, I presume?" He simply asked. He wasn't at all bothered by the griffin being reduced to scraps of gore and bones before him, or at least he wasn't letting it on. "Well, you've got me somewhat worried the intent here might be that I'm dessert."

He stared directly into the humanoid-formed dragon's eyes. "Thought that would be quite the breach of hospitality, so let's hope that's just me being overly careful". The implication of his words was made quite clear by the change in his tone of voice. Sligthly treathening, but still calm and collected.

The moment of silence that fell after this was interrupted by a stomach rumbling ever so slightly. It had been quite a while since Rasputin himself had had the chance to eat. "Would you mind if I joined? I wouldn't mind eating from your... cuisine." It was true, he hadn't the sligthest qualm about eating the scraps off of a torn-up carcass. It wouldn't be the first time he did that either.