She pauses mid-bite, raising a brow... munching, swallowing and smirking. "Don't need to eat or drink." But she is always hungry and thirsty. "Don't need to sleep." But she is always tired. "Don't need to even breathe." But she is always choking and gasping from the iron collar around her real body's neck.

Each part is said with that same bitter smirk.

Being The Devil is not all laughter and roses.