Experience true gluttony? His red eyes run over the paper trice with the information failing to stick. What exactly is the hotel trying to accomplish by this feat-- or torture.

"Explains the smell of sweets." Heine wads the paper up and tosses it. Blunt force has always been his method, but this requires actions against logic; more so than usual shameless fucking.

"Still having trouble wrapping my head around it-- is it literal? Are you supposed to-- feed me?" He grumbles irritated by the warmth in the air and means to escape, except he won't be able to if he can't move.