A big cheeky smile, ear to ear, encompassed the miniature-built hell hound's face, clearly depicting his joy and fulfillment with having been given a solid "yes". This moment was like a dream come true for Axel; food, friendliness, medical care, all the hospitality in general was a delightful change. As much as Axel didn't want to, in the back of his mind, he was thinking about what would happen when this is all over and past. Would he be back out on the streets again, maybe left with portions of food and liquid to sustain himself out on his own? Surely, this hospitality was purely temporary as with any other person, though this was the highest quality treatment he's been provided with.
"Yeah, room temperature water please though I'm not picky! Anything's fine, so long as I'm not smothered or drowning in really cold water-- well actually, now that I think about it, rain was enough to make me ill so... yeah room temperature water is probably best!" he concluded his mindless ramble, tail sweeping the bed eagerly for more to fill himself with.
Axel leaned back a bit when Clyde had offered a reasoning for the "dog" like smell, which in which he confessed his species as a lycanthrope. There were a few lycans, or werewolves, that he had come across and most of them were not so friendly- though, he found their shared trait of being large and built, as well as beastly in bed, equally thrilling. Most were handsome, but based on his experiences, not so pleasant in personality. Yet, Clyde was an outlier to this general idea.
"Whooooaaa, soooo a werewolf yeah? That's cool, so you're pretty much a doggy like me, only... you're a big doggy that's for sure!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, flattening himself out upon the bed and propping his head up with his hands, swinging his legs like some school girl. "You must be a loooot of fun beneath the sheets then, hm? Hee~" he cooed at him seductively, offering a wink and struggling to bate his laughter. "I kid, I kid! Honest I'm innocent, a little. Anyway! You're so much more kind than the other ones I met, and you smell hygienic compared to them. I barely could tell you were one!"
Before he could banter further on such a fun topic, the male had collected the dishes and departed from the room with a red face and a nasty case of embarrassment. Axel could only giggle like a child playing with its new toy, as the meek ones always had the most amusing reactions to his behaviors.
Quietly, he awaited their return; but couldn't help but submit to this dangerous idleness. Axel's thoughts revolved around the idea of being kicked out of here and fed back to the wolf that was the impoverished streets. It was unclean, unsafe and demanding. Already, he could feel the filthy hands of random strangers tracing around his body, admiring how abused yet how soft and frail it was, and how simply they could add to the art piece that was named the Homeless Whore. Axel grimaced, and his lips sought shelter in his mouth; then the door had opened, revealing yet another full platter of food and a full glass of water.
This time, it was not met with immense amounts of hyperactivity, but instead a bright smile, deceptively protecting his discouragement. Axel's fake smile was incredibly well honed over the course of his life, but it'll never be fully perfect with the existence of superhuman senses and magical interference. "Hee~ Welcome back, handsome wolf-man," he blurted out in a flattery manner with hopes to distract him with the same embarrassment. "Thank you for the food!" Pushing himself up eagerly, he dug into the meal once more, and halfway through he felt himself becoming fully. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to stop- not with the idea of not being able to eat like this again pestering his nerves.
As a result, he overate with little consequence as of yet. The water was gone in a single swig, and afterwards a sigh of contentment had been expelled from his mouth. "Woo! I'm stuffed... you're such a good cook. I wish I could cook like that, or even just have the appliances and tools to do it myself."