Oh aye, that'd...make sense. Wouldn't want to eat somebody I'd had a pleasant tea with...

[Or, really, anyone. He doesn't want to eat anyone, but he's not about to try and cross a bridge he hasn't yet come to. And mayhap that was part of the changing, not minding it as much. A fellow could hope.]

Then again, all of this is right weird, innit? Powerful magics are at work. Never much liked being a pawn to'em.

[Other things a fellow ought to be free of, when he's died. Getting fucked about by dark magics.]