Tony was already beginning to turn away, tail tucked and ready to disappear into the crowd when Dirk spoke up again. He paused, expression uncertain as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his own worn and ragged coat. He looked at Dirk in mild disbelief, almost as if he didn't understand what the kid had said to him.

When was the last time someone offered to feed him? Much less someone he'd just tried to steal from. "Uhm, yeah..." He fidgeted a bit, obviously conflicted himself, but the sharp pain in his stomach was enough to solidify the decision. "You sure?"

He looked harmless enough, and now Tony felt really bad for trying to swipe his wallet.