"You didn't find her gasps obnoxious?" He was honestly curious. The dying waitress' struggle to survive had grated on his nerves. When a person is so obviously dead, they shouldn't continue to think they'd get out of everything alright. That aspect of the human will was one of the things he found most annoying in the world.
"It wasn't ending her suffering." Cavan told the ... was he a man? Just a man? He couldn't be. "It was ending mine. There's only so much pathetic I can take."
The mention of the blood tasting better... surely it wouldn't make a difference to a human tongue. Some blood might taste more coppery, he'd noticed that, but flavors changing as to suffering? He might be more interested in it if that were the case. But he'd never come across that. Unfortunately.
He looked up from the corpse. "You'd like to see more?" He pointed at the knife. "Of this kind of thing, from me?"
To be asked... to be encouraged... Cavan thought he might possibly be having actual human emotion.