Zeris eyes him. "You didn't have to. Actions speak louder than words." He rolls his eyes. "I give what little money I have to the orphans. The little street kids. The few cents I get left over to my name won't even buy more than a dollar store candy bar!" He says. His eyes narrowing and flashing with demonic rage for a moment. "MY KIND?! YOU POMPUS ARROGANT BASTARD! I am not a charity! I had a family but people like you seperated me from them when some giant lizard attacked! So don't assume you know anything about me!" He growls at him. "I spend what few cents I scrounge up or occasionally make making sure the street kids you rich ass people over look have enough food in their stomachs. When have you ever held the hand of a street child who had a nightmare?" He demanded. He angrily eats more of the food. Until the bastard said that he actually planned to stop eating the man's food. He was starved and was going to eat damnit. He watched him and frowns. "Wow big man's gonna hurt the guy who helps more people survive on the streets than the penny popper does in his grave. Such bitter irony. Kind of a funny story to tell the children under ten years old why their Street Prince won't be home tonight." He was taunting him and made it clear he was FAR from afraid of him. "I will take you on bare handed. You plan to kill me I will be one hard mother fucker to keep dead."