He catches the berry easily with one hand, looking more thoughtful than outright against what Jack is asking.

"Isn't she a wild animal? Will she even be happy here?"

In their room, door closed. Won't she get bored? Maybe Jack could set her loose in the garden... watching her harass unsuspecting courtiers and officials would be funny to him, but not so much if she got caught, killed, and stuffed to be put on someone's mantle.

Oh, he'll stop torturing the poor beast now. He crouches down, holding the berry out on his open palm to the mutated raccoon. A peace offering.

Please don't bite him.