That is sure a tendency to go still very often. "Okay... call me Teronmas," he says in a tone that's very obviously trying to be soothing, "do you need anything?"

He considers for a moment. "I could- use a little to eat? If that's- not a problem?" (See him, not calling Teronmas 'sir', even if it sounds like he wants to add the word.)

"Sure. I will show you the kitchen."

He starts leading Parafi down.

"So, first time visiting Milirevi?"

"Thank you," he gives a slight bow as he follows.

"Mm. Yes? I think so. I- never really knew. Where I was." He winces as he admits to that.

"You traveled a lot?"

He shrugs slightly. "Went where I was taken. Didn't always see much." (That he wasn't supposed to be fighting or destroying.)

"Why?"

"...Because that's...what they wanted? What they told me to do?"

"Okay..." Even he is not tactless enough to ask clarifications. He just clenches his fists.

Hey, here is the kitchen. Currently empty. "So, what sort of things do you usually eat?"

"...Whatever's easiest, sir?" he says, not quite submissively. "I eat what I'm given."

"Alright." He looks Parafi up and down. "I will grab you the large plate."

He does that and starts grabbing food. He throws a pear for Parafi to nom while he assembles a sandwich.

"...the pear would be fine, sir, thank you?" he says, a little perplexed. But he does nom the pear.

"Teronmas," he corrects, "you don't like sandwiches? If you get full really fast you can just take it back to your room and eat it later. Heat powers must be convenient for that sort of thing."

He blinks. He has never had so much food that that's ever been a thing. "As you say, sir," he agrees - which might give the impression of the fact that he's never done that sort of thing before.

"Call me Teronmas, or Thomas. 'Sir' is my dad back on Earth."

There's a brief, frozen pause as he tries to process that and then: "...I will, try to remember your preference, s-Teronmas."

"Great." He piles up more food on the plate.

...That seems like. A lot of food. Even if they intend for it to feed him for a while. His eyes are wide, and he doesn't argue. (He feels like he should, but he isn't really sure how to argue, and he's been told he can't fight.)

Teronmas is piling up more food. Though at this point he might just be distracting himself by making a food pyramid. 

"I- si- Teronmas? I- you don't have to-" He steps forward slightly. "I'm sorry?" he offers quietly, barely resists sinking to his knees, because right now he needs food, and he doesn't want to distract and-

"What? Oh. You don't actually have to eat that much."

...That's good at least.

"Then why-?" he starts. (are you giving me that much?)

Shrug. "It's not like you don't look like you need it."

"I am...grateful, for your indulgence," he admits. "But this will be- more than sufficient." (For the next week if the food keeps.)

"Heh, bon appetite then."

He stops the pyramid pile up and instead plays with some telekinetic ability to manipulate objects as long an object is touching a chain of objects he is also touching. He creates a tower of grapes in the palm of his hand that way.