Cavan had never met a cannibal. Well, he'd never met anybody else on the planet who shared his interests, really. But it seemed like something special to meet a cannibal. Though, now having a second look at it, the guy seemed to only be drinking the blood, not eating the flesh. Which, he supposed, made the guy a vampire, not a cannibal.
Though, didn't the Dusseldorf Vampire eat some of his victims and still get called vampire? Cavan shook the thought off. It didn't matter in the end, he was faced with a guy who wasn't just a story in a book, or newspapers.
Cavan wasn't a cannibal or a vampire. Oh, he sampled the blood occasionally, but it was a heat of the moment kind of thing. He didn't go out and do things for that purpose. And he'd never eaten flesh. Not that he had anything against people who did. It just wasn't his bag.
"I've been a ... cook... since I was nine." He felt comfortable telling this guy the truth. After all, he'd seen evidence of the other's crimes first hand. Either he wasn't going to walk out of this place at all, or he was going to walk out with his freedom.
He was a little too enthralled to consider being the only one walking out of here. At this moment, at least.
"Is it just the two? This woman and whomever you have on the griddle?"