Miles glared at her. "No one said you couldn't eat me." He smirked. "Bet that you didnt see that coming, huh? I enjoy being eaten, personally. The rule is you can't digest me, but if you do, I have to be reformed." He dug in his backpack. "My hometown managed to reverse engineer the revive and the pokemon center tech...and made this." He took out what looked like a few bracelets. "Wearing these will reform the prey you digest." He turned to her. "I suggest not killing me off...the psychic types inmy town can figure out who killed me, and I belong to them, currently."