[He's quiet. He doesn't really have an answer, is the thing. Monster blood isn't the same, and if he's honest, it's probably fucked him up real good. He's always kind of hungry, and he's not sure if that will pass with access to the blood his body needs, or if it'll just be him balancing precariously between sane hungry, and ravenous hungry.

He rubs a knuckle over an eye, sighs. ] I ate whatever I could, when I could. It's not really a reliable way to tell.

[He's looking away. ] I could have ate you whole when I found you. Probably wanted to. I felt that way when I saw Jason - felt it more when I could smell all those fucking people. I don't know, man. Maybe it's all self control. Maybe it's a breakfast, lunch, dinner kind of deal.