( it's a fair enough assumption, that this LILITH, despite carving them up and leaving them to their devices, still plans to harden the fruit they've called to bear with enough bloodshed to do some good for this world. izou still suspects, as izou does, restless and discontented now that he's been made again as flesh, no longer depending solely on magical energy for his manifestation... even more reason to be suspicious, in his opinion— but the little wheels in his head are turning as she agrees with him, the slender leaves twisted around the trunks of unkempt trees blowing lightly as if to remind them of their presence in the background.

he wonders, for one minute more, when faced with that orange so blinding it might drink up all the sunlight once dawn breaks again, whether he should kill her anyway, a finger itching impatiently for a taste. whether she might just be bluffing and there's something worth taking on her person still.

and then his stomach rumbles obnoxiously, surprising even him.

... human again.

his face scrunches up, embarrassed. )

Tch. As if I haven't already had my fill-a cheap food this week. I'm sayin' if we're such outstandin' candidates and all we should get... ugh, whatever. If you're fine with diggin' at the bottom of a well for water then keep doin' it 'till your nails fall off.

( a pause, and after he's sheathed his blade, because he's not in the mood... anymore: )

Well? Are you buyin'?