Fresh seafood, just how he liked it. If Takeshi was trying to be funny by suggesting this previously he was better focusing his mischief elsewhere. He wasn’t a fussy eater and if Takeshi thought that food that was still writhing was going to put him off eating. This kind of food was definitely what he enjoyed best, whether it was an instinctual thing that came with being a Frost Demon or just something unique to him: he knew his race was pretty brutal at times, after all. “Pff! Saiyans? Eat anything? He’s too used to the vegetarian life, probably!” he laughed, reaching out to take the wiggling squiggly food on a stick without hesitation. If this was Takeshi’s reaction to something that moved around a lot that could be eaten then he was going to faint if he ever saw the kind of food you’d find at space ports.

It seemed Takeshi was going to take the safe food. It was kind of funny, really, seeing how he was supposed to be part of the terrifying Saiyan race and yet he was going to go with some sort of spicy fruit. What a coward, but then again he was totally spoilt it seemed if meat put him off just cause it was still moving. Would he be like that if he had to go hunting? Staring at him as he gave the fruit a try, he narrowed his eyes. He’s going to freak out over it, isn’t he? If he does then this was going to be an easy way to get back at him if he ever tried to make fun of him or try to make his life on the outside harder than it needs to be.

Staring at Takeshi as he watched him attempt the fruit, he smirked at his reaction, already finding it to be pretty hilarious. So he didn’t like squirming food or spicy food? Guess they were just too hardcore for a delicate Saiyan. Probably eating live food was seen as cruel to him or to others, but luckily this race didn’t seem to mind either. At least he knew how to bother him, at least if he was able to get the freedom he so rightfully deserved. It really sucked that he was being held like this and while he probably could easily escape under Takeshi’s watch he wasn’t going to do that to him, or at least put himself under even more risk. Either way, this was the most he had been out in so very long and he was pretty surprised that he wasn’t getting more attention; then again, these civilians probably had never seen a Frost Demon considering his kind were near extinct.

“How I eat that stuff…? Well! First you got to open your mouth, then you got to bite it and then the rest should come naturally”, he spoke, smirking a little, “What’s the big deal, anyway? You eat for the flavour, not whatever it’s doing! Wriggly means fresh and fresh food always tastes the best! Plus when you’re out and about and everyone’s chasing you and you got to grab a quick bite to eat”. He probably shouldn’t talk about his past too much, it wasn’t exactly interesting plus Takeshi probably didn’t give a crap over who he was. Floating along with Takeshi he scratched his chin lightly, trying to think about how he was supposed to not make Takeshi mad at him if he got mad over the food thing enough to suffer through food consumption.

“So…you’re really a Saiyan, huh? Just no tail, eh?” he spoke, peering at Takeshi’s backside momentarily before narrowing his eyes, “They didn’t make you chop off your tail, did they? The rebels that is. I won’t judge if you’re not an Elite, I mean I don’t even know my true form so I guess I’m kind of in the same position as a tailless Saiyan and maybe you’ll get a tail again I don’t know.” This planet didn’t appear to have some sort of lunar cycle that would result in a full moon, at least from what he had managed to see out the tiny window he had been allowed to have. Probably why the rebels chose it as their base without having to mutilate their fellow Saiyans. “You know, I heard not having one makes you weaker, but then again I heard the strongest Saiyan in existence was tailless! Shame he isn’t alive today or he’d kick the King’s ass for being so weak and pitiful…”