"I-I don't know. I've haven't eaten in a while."Belphegor tentatively reached out for the apple in awe of it's perfection, though it may have been a regular apple and that was just his hunger talking. He all but devoured the apple with gusto sating his immediate needs. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he was too trusting of strangers but he didn't particularly care. He had nothing to live for, he never had to make a decision for himself his whole life. True he held ire for his mother, but he could die the next day and most likely wouldn't care or have any regrets at all (except for maybe making his mother pay).