“Try not to use too much of your magic yet,” Paul replied, not particularly concerned as he waved his hand, wafting smoke away. “If you do, I’ll have to force-feed you, which I doubt will be fun for either of us.” He scratched the top of his head. “Do you prefer human meat? You did almost bite off one of your coworker’s hands. I’ve gotten special council permission to do whatever is necessary to take care of you, and I would like you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“Do not feed me humans,” Grith growled. “How can you feel that way towards your own species?”