Indeed, he hadn't paid attention to his breath until now, it still had his own scent, it meant it was changed to another level he couldn't decipher, yet.
"Say, why do you eat humans?" Oswald asked, not willing to ask why he had to as well, obviously he had inherited a part of the monster's senses along with its long sharp fangs.
Satan snarled. "I eat everything down to their hopes and dreams. Giving one the illusion of their achievements before taking it back at once is a feeling I love. Haven't you noticed what you are feeding on is a creation too? It's the same as you. If you read the book instead of keeping the fairytale-like interpretation of that little girl, you may push your understanding further. I'm no storyteller, you're on your own on that matter."
"I know everything is a creation, but I couldn't understand why those ones were tastier."
