"Oh, don't try that. I haven't known what he was eating or sharing with the lot of you. That does not mean I partook of the same," he adds. Surprises do not thrill Kaz in the least, and something in his mouth that is foreign is definitely high on that list.

Though he knows the truth is that for years he did live like that. A kid on the streets who knew you ate what you could because you didn't know what your next meal might be. That wasn't the image he presented though, or a time he talked about. Though perhaps, one day, with the right people.

"And let them know they've won?"

He looks positively hurt at the idea... or by the heat given the redness of his skin, and the wateriness of his eyes. Or that his voice was a delight sound known as croaking.