The angel is distracted, clearly, but that’s not to discount the fact that the ambience where a meal takes place is just as an important part of the experience as, say, the cutlery with which is it presented, or lack of it. Still, the demon is successful in pulling the angel’s focus back towards the meal, and he examines it with hungry eyes once more.

Turning it to find what looks like the perfect first bite, he goes in with an exquisite care that barely staves off the curiosity. His eyes close, of course, to properly take in the flavours of the meal, specially when exploring what could be entirely new ones like nothing he’s ever tried on earth.

He takes his time chewing, savouring, finding that the meat, much as he assessed by the smell, feels familiar, but different enough that he can’t quite mark it as something he’s eaten before. And the spices, unique, expertly applied with rude but experienced hands. Theres a rugged appeal to it all, but definitely well practiced.

The angel hums in delight, opening his eyes, and looking upon the food with new eyes.

“Astonishing. So simple, and yet… I don't believe I’ve had anything quite like it. Close, perhaps, but there’s something different to it. I can’t quite put my finger on it. What do you think?” He asks, as he looks over to the demon.