"Want me to tell him no creeping?" he asks a bit protectively. He shakes his head. "Sorry, sorry, you should handle it. If you're not comfortable, you should really tell him."

He shifts a bit on the couch because, yeah, she pretty much hit the nail on the head with that one. "Aren't you the same way?" he asks. "Would you feed others before yourself? I'm in better condition than these other guys. I can miss a meal. They can't."