Dirge lets go now that he has Tarn's attention, hunching over the carcass like an anxious vulture. His wings pin back and he makes a disapproving face at the Pet.

"Messy is fine. Wasteful is not," he growls, dipping a claw in the offending energon puddle. Watching the creature pull apart its meal had only made him hungrier. And jealous. He slipped the talon into his mouth and sucked it clean. As a being comprised purely of greed, the thought of anything going to waste instead of being his made him irrationally angry.

"Treat?" Now that made him perk up. He looked up at Tarn with obvious interest. "Whet? More like drenched. You'll let me eat the rest, won't you?"