They can starve for all I care. And if you lay a finger on my Ring, you'll be missing your soul as well as your heart. I'm sure you'd make a wonderful addition to my collection.

[Lifting two fingers to his mouth, he whistles. The Brain Jacker skitters over from places unseen to climb up his back and sit on his shoulder, eyeing Karasu curiously. Lifting a hand, he scritches it under the brain, ignoring the way it shudders and squirms happily.]

I've just been getting rid of them as they come.

[And avoiding/luring away the ones he couldn't be bothered to kill.]