March had plain forgotten about his hunger after seeing that room; the clone and his stomach were kind enough to remind him. "Starving, absolutely famished. Haven't eaten in two weeks," he croaked, looking her over and starting to drool slightly. Seeing her on the bed, looking incredibly delicious, something primal clicked in him. All apprehension disappeared from his face. He strode over to her purposefully and lowered her onto the bed. March laid on top of her and gave her a little taste, running his tongue along her graceful collarbone.