Lucas grinned at him, bloody fangs on display. "Excellent," he replied, breaking a few of the ribs to get at the heart. A few cuts severed the arteries, and he bit into it, moaning at the taste. More blood streamed down his face and hands, but he couldn't make himself care.
"Usually I'm not horribly picky," he said between bites. "But I like to get the heart, if I can. 'S my favorite bit. Makes great jerky, too, if you've got the patience to dry it out. Not that I usually do, but still." He sucked a bit of blood off his fingers.
"Got to see part of your hunt," he went on, after a moment. "They never see it coming with you, do they?"