Superbia's bodywork shifted slightly as he leaned against the tree, careful to not put too much strength in the aforementioned as to not, naturally, break it.

The deathdrive let out a small little sound when the human got closer with the piece of food.

The human was— They were... Quite small in comparison.

"I do not see the use in that."

He said with simplicity, as his wings were awkwardly pressed against a tree —which he would've found rather comfortable, given the time and place—

"Food is just a source of energy."

He argued, the piece of metal consisting as his mouth just lightening up when he talked.

He would also have to eat through his torso, which didn't seem too nice, in his perspective.

Then again, he was a perpetual frowner; Unlike Bravern, Superbia lacks an actual mouth, instead having a series of orange lines on the face arranged in such a way that it gives off this impression. So, the human couldn't really tell if he was upset.

Issue was, Superbia was vocal.