Tavath watched Dorothea intently as she wolfed her way through the hard loaf of ration-bread and shook his head sadly. She was beautiful, true, but her...insistence troubled him. It was, he decided, a shame that someone as young as she was felt that she needed to offer herself up as repayment for a small kindness. Not, of course, that he'd ever be able to articulate that sort of thought in words - not to her, at least, and certainly not in any remotely eloquent way.
Tavath shook his head again at her offer and smiled. "No, Dorothea, I'm sure; it's not...Well, it's not that I'm not interested, lass, but, well, yer young an' ye've not had a good time of it, that much is clear. I'm not sure what kinda men yer used to, but I'm not like 'em. And," he added after after a moment, "there's no lady in my life. Nor'd she be that lucky, lass."