[ Castiel's arrival manages to surprise him, lost as he is in his own thoughts and temptations. He scowls without bothering to turn to look at him, close as they already are - his hand remains where it is close to the mortal's shoulder. ]

It's a waste to let them rot in the desert for the vultures. Better to let their bodies feed this demon, keep it at bay a little longer.

[ But there is faint hesitation in his tone. It's clear he doesn't get any enjoyment out of this, nor does he see it as glorification. The maw is a beast that must be fed. This man already made his choice when he first fled his home, and then abandoned his companions.

Kyle will let people make their choices, up to a point. This is that point. ]