Kinner has to admit that tricking people into getting themselves eaten is the kind of thing a demon would do. His only regret is that he didn't slam a butcher's knife into the monster's skull. Then again, given what they knew about it, that might not have done any good.

"I hope I tasted horrible." He's just a little rueful, as anyone who had been eaten would be. "Look at me. All skin and bone. No nutrition here." Unless the creature attacked him for another reason.

He'd thought it was a man entering his quarters, though he couldn't for the life of him remember who it was. Not that it would help - there'd be no point being angry at another victim.