Interesting, as the other eats I realize that he doesn't have quit the same sense of taste as I. The flavors are dulled, almost boring. It was frustrating for me at first because I didn't realize what was going on the first few hundred times he forced control. Usually it was during dinner when my step dad was being an asshole. It was usually then that he decided that he would stop by. You know, the sense of smell is all out of whack as well and now that I think about it I realize that all the senses are dulled, perhaps that is how the other can deal with so much pain... ...wish I could control my senses like that at will.