( no put him in a muzzle and a shock collar and lock him in an undersized cage he deserves it ( self-hate levels at integer overflow presently ) )

I don't know.

( Frustration seeping into his voice. )

I had my fill, but the hunger never really goes away. There's blood everywhere. I'm used to controlling myself.

( A But. is implied.

Normally, he would argue he's practiced in self-restraint - because he is. But he knows he can't argue that right now. So he won't. He doesn't trust himself right now any more than anyone else should, either - at least, that's what he thinks. )