Allow me to set a scene:
You're half my height, or perhaps just leaned back relaxing in a chair, and watching me over the top of the table. I've forgotten you are there. You're hungry, and wish that I would give you some of the crackers or cheese but you know I need them to fuel my giant body, so you continue watching. You'll eat some of the crumbs I brush off my belly after I fall asleep - that will be enough for you. You're there to serve Bearhemoth.