[ He hadn't realized he was hungry until he saw her. Then, as unflattering as it was, it was like a steak had been wafted in his face and the rumbling started. He didn't like that, didn't like thinking about her as food, even though he'd just met her, as far as his mind was concerned. She wasn't food. Something inside the back of his brain was telling him that she wasn't food, no matter how delicious she seemed to him, to that strange Hunger inside. ]
I'm not sure that's a good idea.
[ A deep breath in. ]
Why were you looking for me?
[ He's stalling and even he knows it. Why was he looking for her even though he didn't know that's what he was doing? Why does a compass point north? ]
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I'm not sure that's a good idea.
[ A deep breath in. ]
Why were you looking for me?
[ He's stalling and even he knows it. Why was he looking for her even though he didn't know that's what he was doing? Why does a compass point north? ]