Vlast's upper lip curls in his confusion and disbelief. Benedict may as well have just said there's such a thing as good hemorrhoids.

Biting is for warding off rivals, it's for catching and killing prey, it's for ripping flesh from bone.

Perhaps in some cases that's good, but only for the victor.

Then again, humans are full of quirks and nuances. Once upon a time, Sadizi had tried to explain, but Vlast had brushed him off when he soon learned that very few of those matters applied to him.

Trapped in this mortal form, Vlast is reconciling with the fact he may have to re-assess.

"Explain."