"What, you only want me for my body? Come on, kid, eat something--have a bite of my burrito. I swear it won't kill you, otherwise I'd be long dead." He munched on his burrito, ravenously shoving it into his mouth.
"We aren't partners!" he snapped, tearing the bag in his hands. "You have no right to ask me why I am nauseous until you swear to never lay your grubby, commoner fingers on me ever again!"
"But I like you, and I'm a touchy person." He grinned sheepishly. "Besides, I got plenty of money--not that it matters. Do you want a sugar-daddy or something? I've always wanted to try that."