Eliot might say something about how often Dean seemed to like kissing him if he didn't enjoy it so much. It was like his wolf would mentally wag its tail whenever Dean kissed him, and all Eliot cared was that for once, he and his wolf seemed to agree on liking something.

"It tastes like chicken really, bland taste. It's flakier though." He squeezed some mustard over the bun and looked to see if Dean got the pickles as well.

"There's not enough meat to make it a main dish unless you got yourself some big suckers anyway. It's good for you though, snake." At Dean's reaction, Eliot arched up a brow. "What, haven't you ever had lizard meat before?"