"Nah, I didn't mean to question your word," he explained, hoping he hadn't insulted the girl. "I know it was a bit out of nowhere, that I asked." He stared at the food, hungry but still finding it difficult to want to eat. His metabolism was rather messed up now by whatever experimentation he'd undergone, and he'd been fed rather inconsistently while in captivity. It was still difficult getting himself to manage three meals a day, especially when the Great Hall was so crowded and put him much too on edge to eat and the stress from not being able to sleep sometimes made the thought of food turn his stomach.
His blue eyes held her gaze for a couple seconds before flickering away again, tongue darting between his lips nervously, wishing this wasn't so difficult. "So what's good?" he asked, hoping maybe having some encouragement would help him through it.