[ Where the warning came with a glimmer of a sharp edge that showed how very seriously Sebastian took the matter, it’s also quickly gone. He’s back to his pleasant, playful amiability. Why wouldn’t he be? She understands, so no further elaboration is needed. ]

Then we shall have nothing to worry about!

[ But he does not miss how her focus shifts at all, though he doesn’t acknowledge it. How interesting that her demons (or at least those she was familiar with) didn’t seem to contract for meals. What would they want, he wonders, but it’s just an idle curiosity. He has no affection for his own kin, much less those of a distant world.

…But, since it surprises her. He sees no harm in offering elaboration. She may well find it interesting. ]

I labor quite intensely to make sure a soul is to my taste, after all. I would be cross indeed to have it be ruined… It is not even so much a matter of hunger as it is to labor. No one enjoys effort wasted, my kind least of all.