Utter Devotion

“You don’t count! Gotta use physical muscle, not… weird freaky torture magic shit!”

"You sound jealous."

"Would you really eat a face this adorable?"

"Would you really deprive a face this pretty of a good meal?"

"I am going to eat the next person who speaks to me."

He meets his gaze, grins, and runs his tongue across the top row of his teeth.

"Fair enough and you can certainly try. To answer your question, yes, I would say we do. If Knives counts as 'people' then clearly we do."

"Lord Knives is more than a person. But I see your point. So I will have to eat you."

"I am going to eat the next person who speaks to me."

ㅤㅤVash doesn't say a damn thing but hesitantly looms nonetheless, merely canting his head in curiosity as to why anyone would wanna do such a strange thing ( technically, he isn't breaking any rules, right..? ).

He is going to match the silence with a very cold glare. He won't be answering his unspoken curiosities; Vash wouldn't understand.

"Are you going to try to eat me if I say yes?"

"Yes. But I'm also curious."

"I am going to eat the next person who speaks to me."

"Person or human? Do I count as a person? A lot of persons? What makes a person anyway?"

"... Do you consider yourselves a person?"

"Of course. Though I have a feeling I'd have to spit you out. Rancid meat..."

“Was talkin’ ‘bout YOURself, but hey, I’m fine with that answer too. Pretty sure I’d taste like shit.”

"Who's to say I haven't already eaten of my own flesh? You don't even know that I'm missing an arm."

"I am going to eat the next person who speaks to me."

“Speakin’ out loud to nobody in particular, would that include oneself?”

"Of course. Though I have a feeling I'd have to spit you out. Rancid meat..."