"Good question." He pushed his fork away, letting it drop into the soup the syrup and ice cream had made, and leaned back in his chair. "You know, I almost wish you weren't me. As interesting as this has been, I haven't touched anyone in months."

And while the hunger was quiet now, he still wanted something new. It was his right, after the hell he'd endured the past few months. He deserved it and there were plenty of people just wandering around the city who didn't deserve what they had.