"Are you going to die?" He asked, an eyebrow raised in mock disbelief, "I was under the impression that nothing vital was injured."

He stroked his chin, appearing to be deep in thought, "Well, I suppose that changes things." How sad this human was, fearful, weak... the entire race was somewhat depressing. "Insults aren't exactly the best way to get someone to help you. I may be somewhat obsessed with my hunt, but that doesn't mean I'm an ill person."

And just because he had no sense of morality didn't mean that he didn't have a concept of what humans considered right and wrong.