Likely, that was not the way to begin the answer to such a question but Tramp had a way of sneaking around questions he didn't much feel like answering. He felt it was obvious he belonged here, hadn't he marked territory enough just by lingering? He had refrained from pissing on walls and doors as asked, but honestly, couldn't they smell that this was his hall??
He paused, rocked on bare feet from heel to toe and grinned. His breath was about as awful as the rest of his stench.
"I'm doin' quite well. Hungry, say, ya cookin' anything? Maybe a steak? Or some pasta? Boy, I could sure go for some pasta!"