"Rather-- feed you." Who knows why. Might have a thing or two to do with control, his eyes darting aside in thought and focusing back when another offer comes. He abides, eats from her hand, and laps at his lips just to see how Naoto reacts.

"No. It's just weird. Strange." He's nonchalant, although he can't deny there's a budding warmth in the pit of his stomach and eating feels second nature by each offer.