R goes still as she leans in to clean up the drool he wishes would sizzle away on its own. To his surprise, she masks her disgust so well he could almost believe it wasn't there. She's close enough that he feels the urge to bite pulling at his mouth. R clamps down on it, his back teeth grinding, his whole body rigid even for a zombie. Julie finally steps back as he sags into his restraints.

"That...was...."

R struggles to think about Joan's question, really, really give it some serious thought (plus stop groaning while he's concentrating).

"Thought...fami..liar," R admits. "Felt...nice. Still...hungry..."

It didn't fully drive away the hunger, though, and as much as he hates to rain on the parade, he wants to be truthful, too. R wishes it could've gone away entirely but this isn't a perfect world. He is what he is.