"Yet it would make me feel so much better," Kaz counters, making a crap argument and, even if he recognizes it as such, he doesn't care. Not with the mood he's in. Just the thought of seeing someone whimpering and bleeding on the ground makes him feel a million times better already.

Except that his fun, such as it is, has been ruined.

"Easier to feed someone to things if they aren't conscious," he snarls after them, hefting the bone as if he might still try it though his attention turns to Sylvain as he shakes his head.

"How bad is it? And don't lie to me and pretend it's fine and won't leave a mark," he says, tones almost mocking as he asks that question with perhaps a bit of concern. "If you haven't irritated me, I might be sad if I broke your arm and left you vulnerable to die here."