"Yeah, I could go for something." In truth, Amora was fully willing to eat a whole roast pig if she could get her hands on it. The slavers never liked to feed the ones that gave them trouble, meaning her. She let out a sigh; was this really what the rest of her life was going to be like? Being the pet of some demon scum while slaving away? Really not a preferred life to lead, if you were to ask her.