"Hm. Compared to human I'm probably more like uh...y'know tofu?" He's just imagining that the stuff that serves the same purpose in his body isn't going to taste the same. It certainly doesn't look the same.

Still, he rolls the sleeve up on that arm and offers it, perfectly content to eat with one hand. His Flesh is mostly restored now, he can spare the points.

On a thought, he looks up, seemingly spacing out for a moment, before he reaches around his back with the other hand and suddenly, as if just manifesting it there, is holding a guitar by the neck. "Hey, sweet."