Jean had a feeling her comment of what she was thinking about was not entirely the truth or accurate. Yet he didnâ€™t say anything. He didnâ€™t want to upset his hostess. He listened to her as she continued speaking. Nodding his head in agreement. She was right it could help. Probably wouldnâ€™t though. â€œWe can try it for sure.â€ He said with a smile. He smiled when she said he could stay here for now. â€œThank you Odie.â€ He said warmly. He looked horrified by the joke she made. He would never do that after she was going out of her way to be helpful to him. Making a face afterwards when she started laughing. He had not found that joke funny. It had worried him greatly. He looked at her greatfully. â€œThat would be much appreciated. I wonâ€™t ask unless it is driving me crazy. You donâ€™t have to though if it makes you uncomfortable. I would never wish to make my friend uneasy about something.â€ He said softly. Looking at her. â€œI will try to control these strange cravings for blood.â€ He looked down for a minute and continued eating the stew. â€œYou are the best friend a guy could ask for Odie. So kind and willing to help a stranger out. Willing to help someone who remembers nothing about himself to remember who he is.â€