Has anyone else given in to your demands yet. If they have, they'd probably be more than willing to indulge you and your currency.

[ Prickly, prickly... It's difficult to be stern when most of what he says rolls off Oona's shoulders, but he makes a valiant attempt nevertheless, his expression as steady as ever.

He stops when Oona starts walking backwards in front of him, stifles the desire to exhale under the collar of his jacket. There's a vine behind her that she'll walk into if she continues not paying attention, so... he reaches out, pulls her to the side. ]

I'm not hungry. [ Good luck trying to get him to eat in front of you, Oona!! ] If you're going to eat, sit down. I'll go make sure the coast is clear.