He'd heard her stomach growl and shook his head at her offer. If he got desperate, maybe, but he was fine. That was something they were working on in training - after all, a spy wasn't very effective if they needed to be fed too often.
"Oh. After we graduate?" He shrugged. "I do not know. I would like to stay on the farm." It was simple and the work was hard but it was rewarding in its own right.
He nodded. "Durak. The game for fools. It is..." He thought. "I do not know how to describe it without the cards in front of me. It sounds harder than it is."
Her hands were indeed cold between his thighs, and he squeezed them harder. "It is not a problem. You are cold. I am warm."