[Well, the first question is familiar but the second one is...definitely new to Natsume. He sits back on his heels, that stern frown crossing his face again. The cat ears are twitching, laying back against his head, but he ignores them in favor of crossing his arms.] I am definitely not food. I'm a person.

[But he has to hesitate a moment, debating the merits of asking, before settling on:] I don't believe I'm made out of nectar, but I also don't know what that is. As far as I know, I'm just an ordinary human. [That at least is a blatant lie. Natsume is human through and through (as far as he knows), but "ordinary" has never been a word that could describe him.] What are you?

[Then, clarifying slightly, because asking a spirit to explain itself can sometimes aggravate them:] What should I call you, I mean. [Don't ask it's name. Names are important, they hold power. Natsume isn't sure if the Book of Friends has the same effect here, but he's treading carefully all the same.]