[ Oh, he's spicy. It's been a long time since someone had yelled at him, and an even longer amount of time since they'd talked to him like this. His mind supplies the mental images of a few treasure hoarders unwilling to cough up the money for their owed debt to the Fatui and the aftermath that had followed.

First appearances meant nothing. His new roommate didn't look like a fighter, but Childe could only think he'd make threats if he had some means of backing them up. Even a one-sided thrashing was good exercise. ]

Sounds like a personal problem. Are you planning to starve yourself to death in protest? [ And maybe he doesn't know what he's talking about, or maybe he does??? It is a mystery(tm). ]

But if you need help working up an appetite, I'm happy to oblige. [ If he was sitting before, he's getting up - he's no slouch, but not overly tall, either. His outfit clearly marks him as someone form another world and to the naked eye it doesn't really look like he has any weapons on him. There's hardly any muscle, either.

Perhaps the most telling thing are his eyes; smile all he wants, there's no lighting up the dull, lifeless depths of his deep blue eyes, which are currently fixated unwaveringly on Sanji. ]

What do you say, roomie?