[Dirge looks horrified by the implication that he might not be able to taste or eat.]

Not being able to consume? No pleasure involved in said consumption? No, I could not function if either of these were denied me!

[His wings rattle with a shudder that runs down his entire backstrut.] I can eat and taste and I very much enjoy doing so. In fact, it is my preferred method of ownership, for once something is consumed and broken down for fuel it can no longer be reacquired by someone else. It is part of me forever.

[He considers her words.] I see. You're adaptable. Able to make more humans anywhere.