When the other replied to his words he blinked, looking at the man across from him. Compared to himself... The other definitely looked the part more than he did. He had been lucky that his eyes hadn't changed color, and it seemed his sense of taste was similar, if not the same... He was fairly sure he would have done even more poorly if he'd changed more than he had. Would he have been willing to claw crimson-colored eyes from their sockets? Would he have never been able to enjoy food again? The thought had him pausing in eating his treat, instead staring at the fire quietly.<br/><br/>"That sucks." He finally muttered, the idea making him feel sick. He carefully placed the stick down on a rock to keep the marshmallow from touching the dirt and instead hugged his knees up to his chest as he stared at the flame for some long moments. "Will I change more? Will I become like you?" He asked after some time of silence.