"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.

Parafi meanwhile, eats what he can, observing the display from the corner of his eyes. He vanishes some of the less perishable items into his pockets without seeming to. But eventually he's full, and he sets the plate to one side.

Then he moves, graceful and smooth, and not quite into Teronmas' personal space. "Let me thank you?" he breathes, inviting and submissive (and tired and resigned), sliding smoothly to his knees.

Teronmas takes several steps back.

He makes himself smile. "Dude, stand up. I get that I'm irresistible and everything. But I'm not interested."

He hesitates, and then rises with the same grace he descended. There's definite confusion, and-

"I- will admit I do not understand what is expected of me here," he admits. "The rules seem...different."

"I sure hope they are. And I'm not entirely sure what do you mean with expecting things from you, but I will take a wild guess and say that the answer should never be sex for food and shelter."

He gives a shrug that is far too tight to be as unconcerned as it tries to be. "It is hard to argue with a thing that has always been."

...Confusion.

"I- I'm sorry?" he offers, with no other thing he can think to say.

"I'm not angry at you. I'm angry on your behalf... Are there more people in your situation?"

He shrugs. "I- likely? I don't- know. But we were...disposable."

"Again, not angry as you. Okay, do you know where are they now? I think we should contact- whoever in this planet is responsible for human rights protection."