He looks at her. Smiling a bit. "You should." he says softly. He looks at her. "Alright. And no it won't hurt." he says honestly. "If it hurts you can feel free to kick me as hard as you want." he says with a genuine tone to it. "That is how certain I am that it won't hurt." he says softy. He reaches over the table and looks at her. "I understand." he says. Pulling out a pair of "shades" and uses them to disguise the glowing of his eyes. And there would be a warm yet tingly feeling almost like a warm rag rubbing across your skin gently and lightly. He listens to her talk. And then it was done. Their minds were connected to mind speak with each other. He listens to her. "Hey...I won't be chased away." he says softly. "I do not fight. I only defend. I refuse to hurt another because of my temperment." he says honestly. He chuckles. "I'm sure he could." he says with a shrug.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I don't mind. Neat freak? We are opposites then. I try and be neat. The harder I try the worse it gets." he says with a goofy grin. "Hey...don't worry so much." he looks at her. Saying into her mind. <My powers have me diagnosed with a mental illness. Normals call it insanity. Scitzophrenia. I call it too much psionic powers.> he grimaces. <I have most of it bound for now.> He looks at her. Smiling a bit. <If you can accept me for me...I will accept you for you. Even if you don't accept me for me.> he clarifies. He begins to eat with manners yet a bit quicker.