I see no need to explain myself differently. I've no cause like you to endear myself to these mortals and they cannot hope to overpower me. Except... I might call myself Devil. It seems there's no need to make a distinction here.

[ She doesn't want to admit to a weakness by calling herself a Fiend and explaining it. Surely Makima can understand.

She accepts the petting, though it is in the way a stray animal accepts such things... warily, tolerating, on their best behavior in a new environment. ]

Human fare nourishes me and there are supplies in this kitchen. I only wish it were pure blood...

Tis strange, though. The blood of the camera, it tastes unlike any I've known, and I have tasted much.