[The doppelganger reaches eagerly for the offered meal, ripping open the back and starting to devour its contents like a starving man.]

This is amazing. Thanks, I owe you one...

[He licks his fingers and goes for more as Cesar kneels to examine Lazarus, who outwardly shows no signs of injury or distress, aside from looking a little thinner and more worn. If he's been punishing his prisoner with a lack of regularly available food, it looks more like an extension of the neglect he already visits on himself rather than a malicious act.]

I told you, he's sleeping, after... what three, four days? You won't wake him.

[He draws closer, practically munching the bacon in Cesar's ear.]

I've missed you. You and your big, thick, juicy...

[Crunch.]