It was cultural, Jinn would agree with that much, but that alone didn't explain Audrey's desire to share her meals - and her coffee - with him. An interest beyond mere curiosity might.
As a god, he might have steepled his fingers and watched her over the table. The delicious scents rising from their plates now made it so he couldn't resist picking up his fork. "I am not accustomed to being pursued," Jinn confessed. "When you first started coming to the cemetery, I assumed you were simply nosy." He had been reeling from Shadow and Laura's disappearance then, one having followed the other, so quickly he could feel their absence like a physical ache.
Audrey had been yet another visitor, at the time. Jinn had registered her presence, had tolerated her questions and answered the ones he cared to, but her kindness had not touched him then as it did now. If not for the strange frenzy that had gripped them all on Valentine's Day, Jinn might have grown to regard her as a friend, in time. As with Salim, it had taken being led by the hand for him to conceive of something more.
"You didn't know me for what I was, before that," Jinn noted. "Unless you had some theories of your own?" He didn't make a habit of explaining his existence to hotel guests unprovoked. Perhaps Audrey had merely liked the look of him, though. That would not be an unwelcome revelation.