Zeris looks at her. Narrowing his eyes back at her. Shrugging and opens his eyes back up. "What else I supposed to think. Hot chick with a .45 caliber pistol in hand. Rich man's house. And your in said house." he points out. "And thats fine and dandy. You really expect me to believe anyone associated with the government isn't in cohoots with the feds or the popo?" he asks. His tone told a different story than his outfit.<br/><br/>His eyes narrow. "I am NOT a fool. I am just so damn hungry my stomach's yelling feed me or I will fuck you up real bad!" he says in a sharp and dagger like tone. Totally street. He looks at her. "Feh...I ain't here for old rich pricks or valuables. My only objective for robbing the rich man's house...they ACTUALLY have food and don't eat even half of it. Most goes to waste. Ends up on the streets. Street mother says that is the way of the rich. If it is...screw wealth. I'd rather live in reality!"<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I ain't here to cause harm." he says. His teeth gritted. And he blinks. "Stole my clothes? Damn. Chick you WAY off the mark there. I didn't still nothin." he says. Slipping more into street lingo for a second. "Of course you ain't! That would mean people stealing my ideas! I didn't steal the damn clothes! I MADE THEM!" he cries out. Not loudly just emphasized each of the last three words. "Look. I just want some food. Starving doesn't even begin to cover my need for this food." he says. His tone pleading. Street only got pleading when they were famished or beyond famished.