[ Now that's a question. He's never really had it directed to him before and he's never really considered it. Food. What was food to a demon, after all. All he knew were souls... small souls, insignificant souls, spicy souls that burned with heat and life and direction.
But it's after a moment's thought where he finally responds. ]
Butterflies. I'd always had a penchant for butterflies.
[ And was his master, after all, a butterfly in himself? A small thing caught in his web, squirming to get free? ]