[They're getting close to the graveyard! A mist hangs over it, though not a magic one. Just your usual run-of-the-mill spooky graveyard fog, from night air cooling faster than damp warm gravedirt.]

You'd really have done okay here, changing like this, if you didn't have to feed on people, wouldn't you? Everything else about it...you just think it's interesting.

[This isn't judgmental in the least. He likes this about Ryou! Ryou likes monsters? Ryou thinks this stuff is cool? It's a god damned tragedy Ryou's been forced to kill instead of allowed to live his horror dreams. The tone is understanding, and interested.]