Snorting at the response regarding his diet, Stan smirked, deep voice chipper. "Ain't like I've got a choice, not like you flesh bags with your restaurants and hors d'oeuvres as it were."
No need to mention the late night hunts in the forest, going after deer and rabbit. Even now more so that he had the Daylight Ring and was able to walk around in the daytime.
Noting the subtle hitch in the internal get-up which was her myocardial and pulmonary systems having a simultaneous field day followed by a heady dose of serotonin, Stan smiled. "Hope you find whatever it is you're lookin' for. Young thing like you's surely got no problems tracking something down to help with that itch."