"No, we make food all kinds of ways," he said, turning his head to look at her, and then noting that she was just... watching him. Out here, cloak-less and in the gentle firelight, he was fully on display for her to curiously look at. He was all power, even when at rest.
"And there's mortal food I hate and mortal food I love," Motark said, looking to her eyes and finding himself a little speechless at the alien, yet curious nature of her.