"It would help if I had other prey to hunt." He turns to glance off into the distance, somewhere in the direction of the cloth monster that roams this place with him. "But the only other thing here is not flesh and blood, and though I have attacked it now and then, I find no satisfaction in tearing at a pile of discarded sentient shirts. So I must find other solutions for now, until we are given something better, or until our time here ends in one way or another."