Apollo flushes, averting his eyes bashfully. He's not used to sincerity, especially not sincere praise. "I-it's nothing, really," he says, like it really is nothing and it is just the default that someone would be willing to give up on eating for a stranger. But he does start nibbling on his meat instead of insisting on giving it to Jean.

"...I'm afraid to ask what pinkwater is," he says, mostly to distract from being praised.