"Always the faithful," she said. "Thank you for that." Dorian said nothing as he led her to the kitchen. Cinnamon wormed her way across the floor. And as she entered the kitchen on her blue-scaled belly, the smell of the piglet’s fear drove her to a frenzy. Building and building until she ripped into the soft, red flesh of the tender animal. She ripped out its neck, then swallowed the thrashing body in three delicious bites.