[... "Sebby". Hmm. Perhaps it is "cute". It does sound like something Shiva would say... if she were her proper shape, if she was capable of smiling and laughing like this woman does, instead of existing as a silent, soul-compressed shard.

But his musing on the name is cut short.]

No, I do not eat. And I do not get hungry, so there is no need to feel pity for it.

[His voice is low and slightly rumbling, assuring, even though there doesn't seem to be... a visible mouth, anywhere, in the ink black of his throat or face, which is dominated by only the upper half of a caprine skull. If there was once a jawbone... it is no longer there.]

If it is company you prefer... I do not mind staying while you eat your meal.

[This was his last package, and he has hardly been given an order or mission to follow that required him to refuse.]