Warm demon 'flesh' usually, although she wasn't about to say anything like that out loud. Or at all if she could help it. Let Heat be the one who blurted everything if he really wanted to get himself hunted down, but Argilla rather liked her skin in tact. What could she say?

"Meat that doesn't look as though it's been left out in the sun to dry up, for one thing," she said with a faint smile.