Food?   No… No? right?  Not everything that sidled up to him would be good for eating.  Otherwise he would have spent a good portion of his existence in the body of a bored but oddly content bovine.   It was best to talk.  To learn more about the creature who had moved close to him.  Perhaps it was the mixed scent of flowers and embalming fluid that caught his attention.<br/><br/>Those large brown predatory eyes of his fell upon the Widow,  his tongue moved outward brushing over his full pouting lips.  He tasted a hint of yesterdays meal,  and  the taste of flesh only served to further accentuate his own growing lust.  Yet, it wasn’t proper,  it was a simple craving of the body.  Sure, it was an instinct a beast could not truly fight against,  but, as long as he was pretending to be human he forced that desire downward, deeper and deeper into his chest.  Instead of launching himself upon his prey, he smiled…<br/><br/>Of course, anyone who had any understanding of human emotion could detect that his grin wasn’t something sincere.  It looked more akin to a dog having a meal served to it,  but,  their was a happiness spread across his full red lips.. And a glimmer of glee in those lovely brown eyes of his.  Of course,  most would simply turn away from the creature,  instead of engaging him in a friendly verbal exchange.<br/><br/>“Good evening…”  He said,  something about his voice sounded more like a low rumbling purr than a verbal exchange.  Perhaps it was the beast within him, something that could barely understand human manners.  He extended a hand,  his long nailed digits boredly played over the widows back teasing his flesh with the hardness of his ‘claws.’<br/><br/>“What exactly are you here to bet on?” He trailed off,  as once more those predatory eyes scanned the room for a meal, an interesting creature that didn’t seem quite as exquisite as the man at his side.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked towards the hunter,   for some reason, the beast always disdained men who played the role of predator. They didn’t quite seem to understand the world they were throwing themselves into. It was usually a situation where one combatant ended up dead,  but, even the winner gained nothing besides a slight increase of fame, and something to eat when the nights grew cold.  No power was exchanged,  it was sad really… how limited humanity was.<br/><br/>It was not the time to think of this though,  not now…  there was something pretty at his side.   As such, the man deserved all of his attention.  “Or did boredom bring you here, the same as it brought me?