Anything, Steven. I feed myself first and foremost. [His message was clear right back. If it was between not feeding himself and luring a neighbour or paperboy or agent in, he would take it. He and the child he carried came first save for Steve himself.

His fingers traced around Steve's shoulder blades as he watched his mate intently and then a slow predatory grin showed off all of his sharp teeth.] Keep me in line, and I will eat what you want. Don't, and I will eat anything from someone's goldfish to them.