Angel watches César quietly, so very still for a moment, then goes back to his own food. He didn’t have to eat at all before arriving, and he’s still adjusting to different textures and flavors. But this is on the good end for him.

“The locals seem to have had their weirdness scales blown completely already by people like the hellfire-flinging elf and the birdman and the vampire who took up work as the town whore.” And him, but he’s still waiting to see if César catches on. If not, that’s amusing.