He noted the behavior and fought the painful shame that grew like weeds in his soul. It was no fault to the rat, he understood the hesitance. "No no preference other than fish. I love it, but I can't handle the smell of it or the sea right now."  He considered clothes. Just having something else to change into would be nice.  He couldn't risk stripping and washing in some lake anymore, but to rely so much on this man... "An extra  shirt and pants would make things easier." he said softly.