"Don't fear. I don't eat people, nor do I keep Ghouls." The tiger seemed to have had its fill of water. It squatted to the side and continued, "Compared to humans, I prefer deer."
"Those who go into the mountains generally don't taste good; they're all dry and unpalatable."
The tiger shook its head as it spoke these words.
"That's true. Those who make a living in the mountains wouldn't taste good," Wang Linchi expressed his agreement.
"You are different; you should taste good," the tiger corrected Wang Linchi. It felt Wang Linchi was missing the point; with his smooth and tender flesh, claiming he wouldn't taste good was clearly false.
"..." Wang Linchi was momentarily unsure how to respond. Is the tiger's eyesight really that good? I thought felines had poor vision.
"For your information, I'm unhealthy to consume," Wang Linchi ultimately quipped.
