The numbers and letters branded into her skin interest him, and he cocks his head curious as he leans back slightly in the booth so he can get a better look at her, where she is hiding beneath the table.

"You do not have to hide yourself," he says matter-of-factly.

Another spring roll is plucked from the carton, and dunked into the sticky-and-sweet red sauce that they typically are enjoyed with. It makes a bit of a mess as he offers it underneath the table to her, the gooey substance sticking to his fingertips - but again...not his problem. "They are better with the sauce."