He hasn’t eaten since he’s arrived here...as a matter of fact, he hasn’t eaten for a while. He tries to not let it bother him, even when his stomach growls embarrassingly loud-- which then leads to him scurrying away from the vicinity as fast as his legs could carry him. But unfortunately, being a demon came with a price, and the hunger wouldn’t go away so easily.

He doesn’t mean to stare, it’s just the fact it immediately catches his eye for multiple reasons: One, being that it smells absolutely delicious, and the other being it’s shaped like a fish. He hasn’t had fish in so long, and it’s one weakness his kind have in common.

It’s also in somebody else’s hand.

          ❝ I am... not very sure if what you have in hands is edible. I may be mistaken, though; has humanity acquired ways of making the non-edible... edible? ❞