[To be fair, Dito might find Mahito's myriad of alternate forms even hotter. He's kind of a freak like that. He pauses, giving the cursed spirit in human skin a very thorough once over. Gold eyes meet grey-and-blue as Dito's mouth pulls upwards in a smirk.]

Well... maybe not just for the food.

[He leans back against the bench, setting the stew aside for the moment.]

But all the rumors that pass around here have at least some ring of truth to them. I'm a Hunter by trade, so I pretty much get sent out for even the slightest whisper of trouble. Never been a false alarm yet, so far.