"How disappointing." And his eyes are pulled from his arms and legs to peer up and meet his gaze. "Yes, of course. Though I could always be stronger." Not exactly a lie — without his human parts he had the strength to lug corpses around or hold down a full grown adult. However, with them too much effort on his limbs could cause them to come off. Such a pain.
Even without being asked to, he’s reaching for the can of beans. Of course he noticed his partner clutching it when he was examining his arms, and now his curiosity has got the best of him. “What is this? Is it important?”
Those are his beans. He doesn't know you.
Grasp instinctively releasing the item into the other's hands, he releases another sigh. Of course he'd be around someone who talks more than he does. When was he ever not? Life just had a way of working against him and applying his discomforts and needed energy into a push to socializing. "It's a can of beans." Simple answer, really; but still, he had to continue on. "No. It's not really important." Or wait, wait. It sort of was now, wasn't it? That was food and food was a supplement needed to survive. "Yeah it is." Awesome. Two completely different answers right after each other. If he didn't look like a jack ass earlier, he did now.
