"It was bear meat, you cold-blooded asshole." Riley replied sharply, baring his teeth. He rose to his feet and strode away from the desk, fighting to keep himself composed. "And I don't care how you eat, I care what you eat and what you are." He let out a growl and tossed his head. "This whole house smells like stagnant blood. I can't see how anyone can bear it, except that you cold ones are just plain wrong." He crossed his arms. "And you- you're Satan in a Sunday hat is what you are, Tao." He spit out the name like it was an insult.