Jesse rested his chin on his knuckles and observed and listened. The guests were, by and large, peculiar folks to be sure. Himself included. If Sierra could only see him now. A dinner date with a higher deity? Best not waste it.
"Y'know, if there's anythin' you'd care to ask a mortal such as myself, or experiences you'd wish to try, I'd be willin' to humour ya. But first tell me, since this is somethin' I've been wonderin': can an ageless bein' such as yerself ever have a meanin'ful friendship with an ordinary person?"
He listened for a reply and mused over the ongoing destruction and debate while he sampled some of his meal. Not bad. But like everything in this place, it was just too goddamn overblown to really savour.
"So, about the ongoin' contention over votin'. We don't have evidence pointin' at anyone yet, that's true, but throwin' some ideas around about who to eliminate might start some fuckin' conversation that helps us get a read on folks. There are some here that ain't alluded to their fuckin' powers yet, and others," here he gestured at the nickit, "who ain't said a goddamn word, which is suspicious as hell to me."
He paused for a moment to chew food and stroke his cheek fur in thought.
"Yeah, unless someone has a better idea, I'm thinkin' I might vote for our spookily silent companion Nickit before we turn in fer the night. If only because with each passin' day I'm worried about their bein' silent to avoid scrutiny.
"Speakin' of night, y'all should know I was right about playin' along with the Committee's fuckin' games. I just got one of them magic intuitions, you know the ones, tellin' me I have a reward fer botherin' with this datin' stuff that might pay off by tomorrow. Still not a game changer like that shit Darkwhite was talkin' about, but it's somethin'. I understand I might be paintin' a target on my back fer tonight, but if I'm gonna fuckin' die I wanna let the rest of the guests know they can earn assets towards victory by humourin' the bullshit. Augh."