Urushihara still wasn't quite sure of Maou was being honest or just posturing for the sake of pretending to have all the answers. Either way, he didn't press the issue, falling to following Maou's example and eating the meat with the delicious sauce. It was unlike anything they had on Ente Isla, and made him almost want to try making this kind of thing at home.

Almost.

And just like that, Urushihara stopped with a piece of food halfway to his mouth. His eyes, normally reflective and bright, clouded over. He didn't want to go home, he realized now. Not yet. Despite the brutality and horror of what had occurred in the forest, he was enjoying himself now. His aching body was still troublesome, but his heart was warming up slightly.

Or maybe his stomach. He was eating these things pretty quick. But still.