After a moment, Tira says "Well, it's lunch time so now I'm going to eat you."

The blood rushes from Dave's face at her carefree reply, and he immediately pushes his seat out from the table. "Wha-what?" he stammers in disbelief. After having shared the library with her for so long without innocent, she's going to eat him now because he spoke to her? Maybe he had offended her worse than he thought.

She gives him a wicked smile and rubs her belly with her wing. Leaning forward over the table, she licks her lips and then smacks them wetly a few times, and this causes Dave to shrink all the way to the back of his chair, a look of sheer terror on his face. Just then, the harpy bursts out laughing, sliding back down into her chair. "I can't believe you feel for that!" she says between her fits of laughter. "You should have seen the look on your face." she continues as her laughing dies down.

Still sunken down in his seat, the color returns to Dave's face and a little of the fear melts away into a cautious smile. "D-does that mean y-you aren't going to eat me?" he stutters nervously, hoping this isn't some kind of cruel game she is playing. Some of the more crafty predators like to keep their intended prey guessing, acting friendly one moment and then sadistically teasing them the next, like some sort of sick game for their twisted amusement.