"See?" Cayn says to her trailing form.  "Even you judge me how I appear.  But circumstances arise and we make choices."  With those words, he'd let her do as she wished.  He was eating one of the meat pies, but the taste of it did not soothe him.  He was what he was, and he wanted her to be made aware of it.  However, even he had feelings.  Perhaps, just once, he wanted someone to laugh at him.  Perhaps he wanted her to laugh at him.  But such would not occur.  He frightened even her.  A sigh escaped him as he finished one meat pie and folded up the bag, to take with him.  Part of him was waiting on her response to his words, and part of him feared it.