It's equivalent exchange, you know? You gave me clothes and let me sleep in your home— something in return for a favor granted.

[ It's a creed, perhaps a little pragmatic of him, but it's what he's grown up with. But that doesn't stop it from being largely sincere, too, and he genuinely looks happy about her accepting his gifts.

...He hopes. ]

And, yeah. I slept the whole day, until someone found me lying facedown on the floor?! [ a laugh. ] He thought I was dead, you should've seen the look on his face.