[they're a nicely-paired set of vultures, waging a systematic and brutal war on the banquet in front of them. once Tek finishes off his sampler plate to try a little bit of almost everything (the soup is getting neglected, for now), he starts with one dish and attacks it head-on before moving onto the next one. especially with permission demonstratively given by his host, joints and tendons and the occasional small bone are getting worked open and sheared through with sharp teeth in distressingly little time.

for the most part, Tek agrees with only wordless murmurs as he eats, but there is a moment while moving from one dish to the next where he has a chance to glance up at his charmingly ravenous companion and actually speak.]

I will admit that I am a little surprised, however. Upon first glance, I had pegged you as someone with... more genteel inclinations.

[who knew that a voracious beast was contained in such a pretentious-looking shell.]