Zeris had eaten some tomatoes and some raw porkchops and a raw steak. He was now on some applesauce. He stopped when he sensed another person there. He didn't even move. Just resumed what he was doing behind the fridge door. He shut it with a loud slam. Whirling around with some sliced ham clutched tightly to his chest. He saw the anger in the man's face but didn't care. He was beyond anorexic. Not by choice but because he was a street guy and fed other street people over himself. He was young as a demon and around twenty as a human age standard. In either standard he looked like he was seventeen. His sexy face showed signs of undernourishment. Watching the dude popping his knuckles one at a time. Giving him a look that screamed loud and clear...And? You expect me to be afraid of your rich ass why? He frowns and shakes his head. "No. Starving." He says. His form barely fit in his clothing. It was hug and the shirt open because all the buttons were gone from the shirt. Showing his thin beyond human capability body. Shoving a piece of ham pointedly in his mouth. Chewing and swallowing in under five seconds. He glares at him. "Rich men shouldn't be worried or so anal about a small amount of food. You have over and beyond what you would need to survive." He scowls a bit. "I barely have anything to survive. Overprivledged punk. Think your better I can read it on your face. Guess what jerk you aren't." Something about this man's demeanor and attitude just pissed him off royally. No pun intended.