"No, pretty sure the whole. Eating human flesh still qualifies it as cannibalism. Kind of the defining characteristic. Whether you get caught is a completely different, and irrelevant, matter." Kell shot back, giving a tired grin to the sky, eyes staying closed. "And don't hold your breath." He wasn't that stupid - tussling for fun was great until the other person came in too confident, like this woman seemed to be. Then that just spelled likely getting his ass handed to him, and that lost its charm right quick.
"Late night last night. Early morning this morning. Had to be scarce after work or I'd get hauled into more work..." He shrugged, tucking his hands behind his head as he decided that, even with the root digging into his back, he was actually pretty comfortable and didn't want to move anytime soon.
He cracked an eye to shoot a half-hearted glare her way at her guess though, a sound caught between vague disgust and amusement coming from the back of his throat. "A possum? I looked like those waddly, uncoordinated pests to you? Really? Have you ever actually seen one of those trash-rats?" His tone was indignant - or trying for it anyway. In truth, he found the suggestion a little too funny to keep up straight annoyance.