[There's a slight flicker of annoyance across his features - he doesn't like the formality of that. He likes success, of being acknowledged, but somehow it smacks of cheap flattery when someone calls him "mister".]
[He thinks over it for a moment, before he turns back to her, taking out the cigarette from his mouth and letting his head flicker back to its regular shape.]
...Ah, yes. Almost forgot. When you turn into a monster, well...you'll be eating something new. Something different. You'll be eating parts of...human beings.
[He lets out a slight huff and says, ever so casually:] I eat souls, myself.
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[There's a slight flicker of annoyance across his features - he doesn't like the formality of that. He likes success, of being acknowledged, but somehow it smacks of cheap flattery when someone calls him "mister".]
[He thinks over it for a moment, before he turns back to her, taking out the cigarette from his mouth and letting his head flicker back to its regular shape.]
...Ah, yes. Almost forgot. When you turn into a monster, well...you'll be eating something new. Something different. You'll be eating parts of...human beings.
[He lets out a slight huff and says, ever so casually:] I eat souls, myself.