The male let go of his tail and rubbed his sore throat, it was hard to work and live like he had. He barely spoke anymore till he met her. All Rhyas knew how to do was act violent or nice if he wanted something. Being nice was different for her, he'd be good to her. Sighing he tried to smile up at her, all it did was look like a wince. Which it did turn into, his face still hurt. Rubbing his cheek he then spoke, "I did... when I was told I'd be... with someone... I never expected... well... you to be nice... and- I won't attack women."  his ears flicked and he pointed to the juice, "Is that also mine? Oh... the word I couldn't say, Rhyas... its my name." he then looked to the plate with the fork and brought it close, "It will be hard to do this new life... I've never really known much about this kindness thing..."