The difference is night and day. There's a warmth to his skin, a human sheen to his eyes again. He observes York for a moment as he approaches. "Couldn't help yourself, could you?"
He doesn't sound exactly disapproving. Wry, if anything. He can't very well blame him. This is what it is to sustain themselves, and better he get the practice while he can.
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He doesn't sound exactly disapproving. Wry, if anything. He can't very well blame him. This is what it is to sustain themselves, and better he get the practice while he can.