[There's a rustle as the curtain is immediately pulled open, a damp and only half-clothed Beelzebub frantically grabbing for the snack, pulling it to the bare skin of his torso. Black stripes dot his sides from the neck down, and his horns and wings are both still vibrantly on display.

...

The snack doesn't go straight to his mouth, though, a strained effort to get his fingers to dig against the wrapper. His wings continue to hum, and with the curtain open, the faint movement of air can be felt.]

I'm sorry. I don't remember much of it. But... I'm glad I didn't hurt you.

...

I don't know. I don't remember falling asleep. I just woke up, and I was so hungry... I couldn't think about anything else.