"They best consider themselves lucky that we have so many good days," Tom quipped. "Wouldn't imagine a spawn of Satan would be as forgiving. Maybe. If I were the spawn of Satan, I think I'd be extra nice to folk, just to screw with 'em. Get them looking for an anvil that's never going to drop."
Tom's laugh was somewhere between gravel and a low hiss.
"I'd be nice to folk to freak 'em out but I'd still eat their livestock. It's just not the same when you didn't hunt it yourself. Doesn't taste as good. Maybe because it's not as fresh."