Menachem nodded, "Oh I understand. I've been insulted and bullied by my family and then by others after I grew up. It does make one develop a thick skin though I can't pretend I'm happy with it." He was indeed going to walk away when she mentioned dinner. He froze and glanced over. "Dinner? I would love to, but I can't treat you." His gaze turned towards her fully, wondering if she was hoping to get a free meal out of him. She'd be sorely out of luck.