There is part of him that is not eager to be in anyone's debt, but he did just announce to an entire cafe that he is open to negotiation for a place to stay that's dry. Still. Kindness has strings.

Then Revel sighs and rubs his face and his stomach makes it very clear that a bit of something warm would be welcome.

"As long as it isn't made with potatoes, I'll eat it. What should I call you, dearest rescuer?"

There, a bit more charm to spare.