*he visibly slumps, hungry again, not gaining any nutrients from eating Damion.  He looks at Damion, sorrowfully.*<br/><br/>I'm sorry about trying to use you as a meal Damion, but I probably should have told you, I can reform any sentient prey after digestion.  I wouldn't kill a friend.<br/><br/>*he blushes and even looks a bit ashamed*<br/><br/>I was just hungry.