He had already made his guess, and she had already told him, so Claudia only smiled, charmed that he still hadn't gotten it straight. They wouldn't be unique last words, unfortunately, Claudia had definitely written similar in her diary before, but maybe there was a poetry in that, the confidence in some people's definition of her in the dying wisdom, the ignorance to the very end in others'. All he really needed to know, ultimately, about her and what she meant to him, was delivered sweetly, "Hungry." Then she was upon him again, dropping down onto her knee braced on that armor, hand on his head again to shove it back, the other snarled around the collar of his shirt to expose his throat to her teeth.