John nodded a bit, he was glad she offered food since his stomach was growling now. He didn't feel right with just taking something for himself, though he had given her a lot of money, and pretty much paid for any meal he might of wanted. He  was  polite, and tried to do things to make sure people were not angered by his behavior. He sat  down, taking the milk and sipped it, a silly mustache appearing like he was a child. He had  a boyish way about him at times, like he had never really grown up.<br/>"Of course I will. But..I can't wonder why you are laughing.  Do you think the hen will attack me? That hen will be in trouble if she messes with me.I am well known for my hen slaying."<br/>He joked, he just felt he could be himself with her. He could be a bit goofy at times. With his family he felt he had to be serious all the time. It was a bit restraining to him. It felt nice to be here, without anyone knowing what he was doing here. He felt relaxed now, and it seemed that the nervousness that was before had mostly melted  away. It was like he was a different man  than the one you met.