"Which way is it," he started, pulling the rice from where she pointed, "I only like you 'cause you feed me or because you're bent as fuck?" He put the rice near where she was working then poked her side. "I mean, if you had to pick one reason why you think I hang out with you, what would it be?"
Stepping away to lean against the counter, Mat crossed his arms and regarded his friend levelly. "Be honest. I can take it."