He's leaning on the table, watching her with half-lidded eyes. He wants to ask her about that - how it's OK to kill but not enjoy it if it's not clean. He finds it curious. But now is not the time.

'We should leave. If we venture further and these bodies are found, our way back will be blocked. We know where this place is, we can always come back tomorrow - or later tonight. And anyway, I'm hungry.'

It's said dispassionately but his eyes are searching her face. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he still does it.