"Father cooked every once an while for me when I little. Even if was the underworld version of microwavable food," he ventures, his attempt to make conversation. He digs into his bacon, taking time to savor the flavor of the meat. He wills her to make eye contact with him again. There isn't a doubt in his mind she's beautiful, and worth getting to know better. She must think the same of him, he reasons, if she invited him, a half demon lordling, back into her home.