"No," he agrees. Squeamish is not the concern. "But you are fresher meat."

As is he. So. He isn't waiting around to be the more appetizing meal. He knows exactly what's dining well tonight and it prefers when its prey squirms.

He starts down the path, unbothered if the other man decides to stay to watch regardless and risk losing a hand. Corpses are disposed. He's done his part. He just wants to get back to his horse and return to the city.

He assumes he'll see the stranger about Cadens. Unless he doesn't. Happens sometimes, when folk show and then vanish.