[ He pauses at the thought. Really, this human of his. Even going through these lengths to cater himself to his taste. For a moment in his madness, there is the clarity of sanity. Wordlessly, he lowers himself to one knee, hands moving to cup the boy's cheeks to make him meet his gaze. ]
The flavor of my master's soul is perfect. There is nothing about it I would alter or wish different in any way.
You needn't bother yourself with these small details, your highness.