Maurice's tail slowly slid back and forth behind him in the wet grass. He's thinking. "Oh...well. I'm glad you're not a cannibal."

He rubs his arm and looks at the ground for a little bit. More thinking. He's dead, yeah. He's a demon, maybe. Or some kind of cow godzilla thing. But he's still got...choices. He's making choices right now. And that's something he didn't really have when he was a vampire.

"I don't think so," he says decisively. "I think you're just the right amount."