Get cleaned up? Why on earth would he want to clean up? Half the fun of any adventure was getting messy and then not caring. It was one of the many benefits of not having parents.
The first hint of hint of the man taking him anywhere had his hand back on the hilt of his weapon, and he glared.
"Touch me an it will be your last move, pirate," he snarled.
A warm meal sounded great, he hadn't really had one since he'd gotten here, and it was true his home was wrecked, but he'd sooner sign up to have himself skinned alive than go anywhere with a man who was trying to lure him in with such stupid promises.
"I'm Rufio the Pan. I don't need any stupid adult telling me where to go or not to go. I kill gangs of pirates all the time, they don't scare me."