He noted the other seemed to not want to get back in bed, but honestly he was worried the male was going to rip out the stitches moving around too much. Finally the other sat, and while Amell would have liked him to drink some more of the sweet beverage it seemed that wasn't going to happen… at least he'd tried. So for now he focused on getting him fed, glad that he seemed to have plenty of an appetite despite the pain he must be in.<br/><br/>He brought him the bowl and watched him eat as though he was starved, and he wondered when the other had last eaten. He didn't mind though, at least he was eating and liked it. "Slow down." He stated with a bit of a sigh, last thing they needed was him inhaling it and ripping his stitches coughing. It seemed only moments later the bowl was empty and being offered back with a request and he nodded.<br/><br/>"Glad you liked it. I'll be right back." He stated, his expression and tone not really matching his words as he seemed fairly disinterested… but that was simply his preset around strangers. "Drink some water." He pointed to the glass he'd brought and went back to the kitchen and filled the bowl again before bringing it back and handing it to him again. "At least we can eat the same things…" He murmured, unsure what he would have done otherwise. "So, I think by now I have to ask… what are you? What's up with the horns?" He asked, unsure if the other would even understand his question.