[ Terrible for birds, but rather better for his human stomach when he eventually turns back. And Miles doesn't really like eating animals while he's a kestrel anyway. He does, however, take visceral pleasure in disemboweling the hell out of this creamy filling.

When the carnage is done, there's still a dollop of cream on his beak. Which he wipes at awkwardly with his wing. All while continuing to watch Persephone warily, like she's going to change her mind and hurt him or something. ]