That's what they said.(He doesn't know. He doesn't cook for himself... he's spoiled and always has others to take care of him.) I've heard the way a creature spends its last moments will change the taste.

(And he shrugs,)

Maybe the fear of death doesn't taste as good as it looks.

(These are clearly just casual things to say. Ah but what's this? He has help now?)

Eh? You're confident!

(But if all he has to do is distract them...)