Bole's gnawing hunger had become almost second nature. It was so easy to ignore now that he actually managed not to fall upon the promise of proper food as the sack his the ground near his feet. Theo was the first human he'd seen in a while, and he had no intention of looking weak or desperate in front of him.
He stepped over the bag, eyes scanning Theo the way a wolf would look over a sheep. They locked on the cane, and he tilted his head, eyes glittering. "Looks like someone's been having fun," He remarked, "Tell me Nott, did it hurt when they crippled you? Who was it? Or did you fall off a broomstick?"