Sasha perked up, hearing his name called and looked at Jean. If he had a tail right now it'd be wagging. "H-Hey..." He smiled timidly over his cookbook. He felt tonight the moon wouldn't be so covered, so he'd been preoccupied with his thoughts while reading on Pot Au Feu. Jean, honestly, had startled him. He watched the manager walk by in a huff and blinked. He looked back at Jean. "Is... Is everything okay?" 
Then he realized the Manager had spoken to him. "Oh... excuse me..." He stood up, very tall next to Jean and began putting the blood bags and strange foods into boxes, hiding them under the table. His nose twitched at the smell of a human, and suddenly his stomach growled loudly. He frowned, touching his stomach. Oh... so... he really WOULD need to feed tonight. The thought made him a bit sad but he sat back behind the table none the less. He looked at Jean. "Do you... sometimes wish you weren't what you are?"