[Atem unwinds his tail and slides into a chair on an adjacent side of the table, so they're sitting close together. His legs are crossed, but it's casual, not poised; he's practically draped over the dining-room chair.

He pulls an apple out of a fruit basket that's also on the table, but not necessarily meant to go with the person steak, and polishes it on a sleeve.]

Oh, I'll eat some if you want to share it! But don't worry about me. I've told you, I don't starve myself!

[He has been snacking all day. How does Ryou think Atem made it without eating the human himself?

I've never needed to eat human meat, but I don't mind it...the Tägevalgten tricked me into it in Rota, and after that, it hasn't really seemed like a big deal...

[Monch! He takes a big ol bite outta the apple. Very easy with such sharp teeth.]

I 'id 'ake a li'le -- [swallow!] -- to make sure it was good.