Serph makes a pinched expression not unlike the one he made when Jack had given him a bowl of the Convoy's porridge. John... liking being eaten? Considering that their entire fight had started over John getting furious over him devouring the other monster, Jack's reasoning seems severely unsound.

He blinks slowly, protest briefly lulled by light pressure of Jack's fingers running down his feathers.

"I don't understand. We fought over that."