Malahue went about the task of tuning his instrument with it's amplification turned way down.  The chords were struck with skill and practice as he removed a guitar pick from his brilliant red leather jacket.  "Well...it's just good to know.  Food, I don't know if I can't think real well on food at the moment.  Just steamed vegetables and rice." he replied, his mind was still torn in the reality of being placed in an arena for sport.  He was also going under the assumption that the Demonic creature was telling the truth about being let go after the 10th win.