Beatrice was surprised to see him looking so lax. She walked right over to him, stood in front of him, and put both her hands on her hips.
"Hey, that is my supper. Have you no manners." She quipped.
"Apparently not. I am the king of demons. That is one thing we are not taught." He quipped back with a devilish smirk on his face that made him irresistible to her.
He set her plate on the tray in front of him that sat on the ottoman. She saw him make a face as he swallowed the food.
"Human food is so...coarse. I don't know how you eat it on a continuous basis." He acknowledged.
"It tastes delicious to us. It gives us sustenance. What do you prefer to eat, my liege and I will have Cook serve it to you." Beatrice countered.
"Ah, no. I think if your Cook had to prepare me a meal, he would surely pull his eyes out of his head. I do not eat... human food. My body needs something more...sacred than that." He trailed off, not wanting to tell her that he needed souls to survive.
