Felix looks relieved. And since he hasn't offended, he can get back to enjoying his food. He's using the conversation to help him resist stuffing it all down his gullet at once. That and drinking.

"My people do that all the time, too. Part of the mortal condition, I suppose. We're wise enough to know how we should act, and too changeable to reliably stick with it."

He has to grin for a moment at how carefully she's disassembled the rabbit. "It looks nice and tender. Is that some sort of grain with it?"