If I want something to eat, I can catch it myself.

[The gray-skinned old man says it politely, rather than dismissively.]

I eat a lot, and wouldn't want to take up your food that you brought for yourself.

[He pauses, and the tip of his tongue-- longer and thinner than a human's tongue, though not quite to the point of looking like it belongs to a lizard-- flicks out.]

... though I won't say no to some of that stuff you're drinking. It smells like chocolate.