He flushed at her words, and ducked his head, smiling warmly to this woman who seemed to know him, sometimes, better than he knew himself.
"Absolutely. I'm starving!" he sometimes missed meals, growing guy he was, and busy guy. Life was crazy of late, between dreams, sort of courting a girl, trying to control a business, working, and studying at college... and sometimes things fell through the cracks.
He started to add things to a plate and thought about it. "I was hoping I could ask you about... some kind of focus or control, or shield. Something to help me, while I'm learning to control things, not let go if I am startled, hurt, or waking from a nightmare. I don't want to hurt anyone."