Lucas waved a hand in a gesture that, to him at least, meant, 'help yourself', and kept eating. The pectorals, deltoids, and triceps were all but gone by the time he started to slow down and cut into the biceps.
He sat back on his haunches with a piece of muscle, nibbling at it now. "Motherfucker, I needed that," he said, picking a stray piece out of his fangs.