"Well," he raises an eyebrow, "you don't imagine that you would have been allowed to know of our efforts on your behalf, do you? With red eyes looking out from behind your own?"
Still annoyed, "The black widow is a predator. It's neither evil nor dark. It's a bloody great spider; everyone knows it can kill you. How can it be dark, when its nature is known? A riptide under a glassy surface is dark. A tsunami is not. Do you see?" He snorts. "Very likely."
"Not impossible," he agrees implacably. "Nevertheless."
"Some can't be choosy," he points out, "or shake the habit of fueling themselves indiscriminately once they have the option."
"It wasn't cooperative," he says darkly. "It was insulting."