Matthew recoiled from Ariez's offer, purely from animal instinct to hoard one's food. She seemed to forget about him as Dante began ranting, obviously delirious. As the two became enthralled in their lunacy, he quietly nibbled the can, slowly peeling back the protective covering with his newly-grown fangs. The more they talked, the more worried he became. Finally releasing the nourishment from its prison, he faced them, lisping slightly from his foreign teeth.
"Angels, demons, hybrids… Stop humoring him, Ariez. He needs a doctor."
He nibbled the bread tensely, all the while staring at them with his ovular pupils. He knew he was losing control of his bestial side, but there wasn't much he could do about it except hope nobody noticed. Maybe his increasing cuteness would win them over.
"Speaking of which… Whose idea was it to keep trained medical professionals out of this whole thing? Hate to pop your balloon, but I'm no surgeon."