Well, true, he probably could. If he were remotely coordinated when it comes to such things. As it is, he smiles a bit as she sneaks down, watching while he chews and not saying anything, lest he scare her off again. Only when she gets closer to the jerky, does he dare a calm and conversational, if quiet, "It's not bad, really. If you don't mind dried meat with a little salt flavoring. Mustelids are omnivores, I'm sure it will go down all right."