Without wasting any time, Saetan rose and carefully scraped the meat into a clean napkin, then lay the little bundle beside his own tray. "Thank you."

Then he regarded Angel steadily. The man was a mystery--no psychic scent at all. Even landens had a weak one. Despite getting used to how weak his senses were here, Saetan considered that a mystery. "I didn't mean to sound callous to our fellow prisoners. What happens here matters, and we're here to the brutal end. We can't allow this obscenity to remain." He felt he'd been over this ground before. However, without more information, he didn't have anything more useful to add to the bald declaration.