Being asleep for... a century or so is what he's used to. But he was awoken rather early, meaning a new, foolish mortal has consumed one of his cursed fingers. His eyes snap open, and he sits up. On his large pile of... skulls and.. bones, he looks down to find the mortal.

What he sees isn't an adult, or.. or even a young adult. But a child. Maybe a teenager.... He squinted his eyes to see it better. His eyebrow raised as he spoke slowly.

"What.. the hell?"