That's what they really were in the end, weren't they? His friends, his servants, and the people he knew – they were food to him, and no amount of pleasantries and civilization was going to change that. They were food, they were power, it was his pleasure, and his right to take from them what he needed, what he wanted, to lose himself in the act and reap the spoils it gave him! In fact, why didn’t he do just that?