"That's... interesting." He says this with a genuine look in his eyes.. it's equal parts confusion and amusement, like he doesnt understand the very concept of such attatchment. He listens through the story, hmmming softly, thoughtfully rubbing his chin now and again as he does so. At the part where Kesch mentions having the idea of eating the boy and taking his things he nods, then when he says he wouldn't be able to, he chuckles. "That's an interesting relationship. I've not heard the like of it, but where I come from the practice of predation is much more common than it is here, everyone treats it like it's some unnatural abomination in this place to crave meat and understand the quickest sources of it."<br/><br/>He pauses, setting the drink down, and licks his fangs again, this time in a thoughtful fashion, trying to fathom if he has some kind of similar attatchment. "No... Not in the same way. I have met one, who is the sole person who I feel... soft, toward. But he is not here. I do see him now and again though, so I suppose you could call it similar. Normally my relation is to train soldiers, it's part of the duty of my position. But that's not important, I'm on vacation now, and as such I have no position, until I return." He yawns, his broad jaws popping and his tongue drooping down, before he shakes his head. "Regardless, I was simply curious. This place is new to me, as are its customers, and the actions of its peoples. All... very amusing, very intriguing. Particularly those who are capable of consuming live prey, but choose not to because they think it to be wrong. Such a concept is foreign to me."