"Says you, I haven't known my fair share of good men," and there it was, the real problem. Tramp wasn't fond of humans, and being human meant he was self loathing, to a degree, no matter how laid back about it he tried to be.
Still, this man was being okay, he supposed. Mentioning food was probably the easiest way to gain Tramp's trust, or at least what was seemingly trust. He lifted his chin some and cocked an eyebrow.
"They showed me how to piss in the toliets, but I didn't pay much attention to anything else," he admitted. Tramp scratched behind his ear and then folded his restless arms.