Graham considered how it felt, affecting this creature as he had. He had never employed his abilities on a spirit before. It was somewhat reassuring to know he could eat one if he had to. But it felt wrong somehow. The essence, the fear, would sustain him and grant him might as feeding on any small-time crook too stupid to walk in a group at night would. But the taste was somehow off-too rich, too thick, like trying to eat an entire birthday cake in one sitting. Graham wasn't quite sure if he wanted more.
"Still, the Duke should have told us about this when he mentioned the murder site." It was hardly the first time a client had withheld information, and it wouldn't be the last. Everybody had something to hide.
"Well, this is a step in the right direction. I don't have too many contacts in our fair city's voodoo community, but maybe I can find people can do, and...ask them." After that strange monkey-thing's essence had made contact with his own, Graham needed some good old fashioned hair-raising, pulse-pounding fear to wash the taste out, so to speak.