Humbaba gives a grunt of acknowledgement. He's not the type to smile. But a lack of aggression is a good thing.

"If you want. Think you could handle a limb?" Emery jiggles one shoulder, making the back end of the deer carcass bounce, to indicate which part he means.

He'll have to transform in order to get the carcass into smaller parts, but he's not really considering whether or not this human knows about him being a werewolf. Might be a surprise.