"Exactly. Same shit, new locale. Mostly."

At that last bit, though, any pensive behavior vanishes in favor of a fresh wicked grin, a leaning forward of his body as he passes the bottle back. "Hell YEAH we can. It's pretty much a license to kill, because us poor, hapless monsters have to eat. We just can't HELP it."

The grin broadens further.

"Especially with new powers we're not used to growing in. Miss my old shit, but looking forward to seeing what my new toolbox looks like."