While not exactly certain he could eat all of it -- especially without having much interest in trying -- Omega is at least quite positive that he could get away with it, one way or the other. And not necessarily through violent means, actually, considering he is a better person now or some fucking thing. If Blue is helping him bring it down -- although he might insist otherwise, for the sake of competition against himself -- he knows he'll behave better should any incident occur.

He's still musing on the vision of tackling a buffalo on the plains of Montana when he feels tension begin to seep into his mate's body, bringing his attention swiftly back to the moment, back to her. She doesn't withdraw from him, which is great, but it's obvious that something is wrong. That much is ominously confirmed the second she tells him not to lose his temper.

Considering how much better he's gotten at not doing exactly that, Omega knows this is gonna be bad. As his brow furrows, he answers with a slow nod.