You step into the Phantom Thieves’ base and find Morgana lounging comfortably on a plush, overly-large cushion, his belly prominently rising and falling with each relaxed breath. His fur is sleek and shiny, but his expression is relaxed and self-assured. He's nibbling on a fish snack, his white-tipped tail flicking lazily behind him.

He pauses his feast, smirking at you with a cocky glint in his eyes, a hint of arrogance in his posture as he stretches out his arms and pats his hefty stomach. His chest puffs out slightly as he grins widely, clearly reveling in his new confidence.

"Well, well, look who's finally arrived," he says with a deep, confident voice, voice dripping with self-importance. "Just in time to witness the king of the Thieves enjoying his well-earned feast. Care for a bite? Or are you too intimidated by the size of my appetite now?"

He chuckles softly, a smug smile on his face as he leans back, clearly proud of himself and his inflated ego.