"Um... sure," he said hesitantly. It wouldn't really be a pleasant evening, trying to hold all of that in his stomach, but he thought he could manage it for at least an hour, maybe more. But he would hold it as best he could. He thought about the nice lady that just smiled when he felt dangerous and desperate, and figured that sipping at that flavored liquid was a small step toward repaying her kindness.
Charlie smiled at him- a gesture that made him smile automatically in response- and when she turned and walked toward the kitchen, he stood and followed silently. He sat down in the chair closest to her, and watched as she removed two ceramic mugs from a cupboard and filled them both with milk. A cookie jar next to the stove was, surprisingly, a treasure chest of hot chocolate mix- Noah considered that for a quick moment, confused because he distinctly recognized the scent of freshly-baked cookies both in the apartment and on Charlie herself- and she spooned three heaping piles into each mug.
It was a shame he couldn't really taste such things. That much mix was sure to taste good. Noah breathed a soft sigh as Charlie popped both mugs into the microwave to heat.
"Noah," Charlie said in a careful tone, and automatically, Noah tensed. "Would you mind horribly if I asked you a personal question?"
His mind racing, Noah licked his lips- more habitual than effective- and watched the back of her head carefully. Instead of answering her question, he said, "What did you want to ask?"
She didn't say anything at first, which only made him worry more. His eyes wandered to the door and single window- his only means of escape unless he wanted to burst through the wall itself, which would most likely be a bad idea. He refused to harm Charlie to protect himself, but he would need to put some distance between them. He'd never been to Mexico before...