You don't lie until you flat-out make a false statement. [He shoots the shadow a condescending look, but his own starts humming with a sarcastic happiness, as if to say "you keep telling yourself that."]

....I'm not worried, really, I... [How can you not be?

He pauses to collect his thoughts, glad that Marshall can't hear that.]

I mean. Is it something that tempts you to do? Feeding, I mean. If there's... no urge, then... I don't really see the problem.

[Are you stupid? Have you read anything? Of course he has to. I'd start researching, but be careful who sees you. You might look like a coward.]