(So, this man has a son? I don't know if that or the prospect that he's like us is more terrifying. In any case, you need to find out where this housing is. I'd rather us not sleep on the streets after all.)
[Housing however was not what caught his attention, but instead the prospect of food...]
Where are the SWEET MEATS?! I must put the fire out with rivers of warm blood blood blood blood bloooood...
[There he goes again, clearly getting lost in his thirst for flesh and blood.]