Lianth finished his meal, the drone's legs slipping fluidly down his throat as the werewolf popped his jaw back into place and sighed contentedly. He turned to the others and flashed a wicked toothy grin. "You ain't gonna last long if you're so squeamish," he said to Jack, seemingly ignoring the twitching bulge in his abdomen for the moment. Lianth slunk closer to the boy.<br/><br/>"Where are you from, I wonder? Of this whole group you and the dead thing seem the most similar to my home," he mused, the grin fading a bit as his curiosity took over. "Well, the inhabitants of it. You don't look much like a building."