[Looking tired, he grabs some more meat and attacks it ferociously with his mouth, devouring it. Controlling it uses up a lot of energy, after all; he's burning more than usual just to keep it in control. So he eats, relishing the taste as the heat from the electricity cooks the food in his mouth. It tastes good. Not as good as Kaz or Ocelot's cooking, but good enough to draw pleased sounds from his lips as he relaxed back against the wall.]

It's delicious... [He flicks his tongue out to lick at his lips, smiling honestly. The pain is troublesome but he can't help but be content.]