"Clearly one of us is more studied on our animal friends, though I can't blame you. You don't seem the type to care for really understanding what goes on in the world. You're more suited to taking orders." Bo waved a hand at her, as if he were dismissing her and returned to the counter, not entirely willing to allow himself to be any closer to her now.

"I doubt you'd understand what it's like to live every second of your life in agonizing pain. Regular food is just a supplementary for the real thing. Metas are the only thing that satiates my hunger. Eating a burger is like putting a band-aid on an amputation and calling it a day. It [i]doesn't[/i] work and never will." He was staring at her with some annoyance behind his eyes, his fingers drumming on the counter top as he chewed on his lip, letting her explain 'alternatives'. There was a chance it would work, not very likely of course, but a chance that he could act as a death row disposal or as the world's shittiest superhero.

If anyone knew how his powers really worked, that he had to eat his victims to gain their powers though... there'd be no way that the government would allow him to get away with that. He'd grow too powerful to quickly. He was already well above most metas. Hell, before having any of his other powers his strength and power dampening alone were another to take down one of the S tiers of Detroit. If only he had gotten to devour the cunt. This whole thing would've been so much simpler. [i]Shit.[/i]

Bo clapped his hands together and pointed at Light, "Well, how about we table this little goose chase then, huh? You go and tell 'em I'm willing to come peacefully if they figure out a way for me to continue eating metas. Otherwise, they may as well kill me. I'll be here."