"Thank you," he says, carefully putting it away as well. Despite his nature, he shows no desire of hunger in those moments, just carefully ensuring that everything is taken care of.

He gets everything taken care of, knowing he'll store it when he gets home in the safe he'd gotten for all the things alien and now supernatural he deals with.

He laughs at that. Then he considers her for a moment, knowing she's trusted him with a lot and he could do the same.

"Not so much lore, but most don't know that either," he admits. "Which is most of the weirdness," he adds. "I think that's why a lot of supernatural steer clear. Or at least keep silent. Though that could be because my mom's the sheriff."

With his bag in hand, he moves to open the door.

"Buy me a Shatner Shake and we'll call it even,' he offers with a grin.