Mal could only smile at the girl as she revealed a bit more about herself, or at least her species, "None for you I see..." he added, more curious then annoyed by the fact, "I'm not sure if it's good manners to eat in front of someone...although I suppose it would be as bad not to eat after your effort." He mused lightly, slipping into his seat before the quite tasty smelling spread she had arranged, "Please..." he began motioning to the chair across from him, "Sit at least, it's been a while since I had a guest so lets enjoy it." He smirked slightly at his comment, but again made no real inclination to exactly what he meant by 'enjoy', it could very well mean he only meant that he had missed conversing over dinner...or maybe not. "I am sure it is fine..." he began, one hand raising and a finger lightly tapping the side of his nose, "This never fails me, and based on smell alone you did rather well..."

Using knife and fork he began cutting his meal into more manageable sizes, for the moment more interested in her then his actual meal, "So..." he began plainly, deciding that beating around the bush her entire stay would get tiresome and that he might as well get to the point, "Are you going to tell me who you really are?" He asked lightly as he set his knife to the side and patiently looked up to the woman. He of course hardly expected a full answer, but he suspected that she wasn't suffering from amnesia, after all she was quite aware of her own kinds quirks, and knew her way around a kitchen...so there was something else at work here. Maybe she was an escaped slave? That was the most reasonable answer and seemed to best fit her situation. Like many slaves, she had been born into slavery and simply had never needed to know where she was. It would explain her clothes and her level of comfort in them, it would also explain her cooking ability and her quick offering of her body. Of course that was the story...what else could there be?