No sire. I shall not.

I tried to eat the owner.

I gave the children a knife, perhaps they could learn to skin their own animals.

I skin them for their rudeness.

Hunt. I've found it is the easiest way to pick off the best without suspicion, particularly as large parties acquire massive amounts of idiotic young people who find themselves covered in fake blood.

They really should not do that, you see my dear, it makes them all the more tempting to live out those which they pretend to be on that night.

Did you devour a cat alive? It is not preferable but kittens have a tendency to make sounds at least for the first five minutes. I do not know about this from personal experience. I once ran into a dog with the misfortune... and then I rescued a kitten.

The dog wasn't that well off when I left him.

Immortality.

.....He would be a fantastic hunter. I believe we could coexist, unlike that domesticated, house wife version in the hypothetical parallel you suggested, in which if he was her opposite, I believe I would have to devour him too.

However if he remained in this place, I do believe he may peacefully coexist with me.

Oh my sweet pursuer, I wander them alone of course? However can I bait you to give chase otherwise?

No thank you my dear.

What do you want?

If they were of the less intelligent, "Perhaps next time, you should make sure that you are centered in the middle of the car's trajectory."

If they were intelligent, "Well I am glad you survived your horrible ordeal."

...I shall then.

A tree trunk.

...We are going hunting.

You will catch your own meal.

I would be hunting.

My life is relatively simple in these days. You may enjoy it, you may not.

Either way, one of us shall at least be fed by the end of it. But as your reputation seems to proceed you Mr. Emeric, I do believe you shall be absolutely fine. If not, we are only just outside city limits.

We will get something at a restaurant after the blood is out of my clothes, as I prefer to not upset the locals.

A knife through the abdomen and an axe through the neck.

My recovery took weeks, after I was pieced back together, there was even a few scars.

They have faded though.

I have long since lost the nature of what 'content' is.

So perhaps your answer is yes, perhaps it is no.

"My sources say yes."

Well.

That is interesting.

"Lord of the Rings" was quite interesting. So many different species, I wonder now and then what they might taste like. On the other hand, I have also found myself with the utmost curiosity if their wizards may be like the old woman who set me outside of time...

Perhaps then there would be something of a curable nature for my 'condition.'

I feel I would be highly advantageous in "The Hunger Games."

...So let us never send me there, shall we? *She gives a laugh*

I preferred living through the Victorian era honestly, much like I enjoyed their clothes.

It made hunting easier. Nothing quite like killing in a male dominated era where it actually takes time for a woman to gain the acceptance of divorce on the grounds of spousal abuse...

I found many female friends during that time, it was quite nice. All are dead of course now, but in their hay day you would say, they had become quite proficient hunters when I was done with them.