[ this response makes him still. there's a flicker of painful self-disgust and helplessness that passes over him. even more than a month later, he often thinks about that butterfly back home. he won't go anywhere near the pavilion here.
he doesn't know what to do, so he simply comes out with it. ] I was going to try to make myself even more delicious for you. I don't know what I want to eat at any rate.
I don't think I could eat butterflies. [ this is confessed with gaze falling to claude's black shoes. will not shredding papery wings between his teeth make him less desirable? ]