"It's not human meat, is it?" Vale asked, eyeing the steaming slab on his plate. His stomach growled, eager to devour it, but his instincts screamed caution. The aroma was rich, earthy, and wild—but something about it made the hair on his neck rise.
The Demon stared at him for a moment, an expression of mild confusion crossing his face—then he chuckled softly.
"Ah, of course not..."
Vale exhaled in relief, gripping his knife. But before he could finish slicing into the meat, the Demon spoke again.
"I only eat human meat on Wednesdays."
The utensils slipped from Vale's fingers and clattered onto the plate. He looked up, eyes locking with the Demon—only to see a wide grin stretching across his face.
"I'm only jesting. It's monster meat. Since you're alive, I assume that won't be a problem?"
Vale let out a shaky breath and picked his knife and fork back up, nodding.
