"I'm only slow because I need practice," he says, not bothering to deny it. He was an expert in sniping, not melee.

He nods and turns to grasp the danish with the wax paper that's in the sack and brings it over to her. "I don't have a spoon to feed you with, so we'll have to be more careful about the crumbs." He cups his other hand under her chin and holds the danish up for her to take a bite.