He's conflicted, now. On the one hand, he knows he should be cautious, his short experience has already taught him that much. But on the other hand.... On the other hand, he's neither blind nor deaf. He's seen other children playing, heard how happy they sound. Even with the threat of another beating looming, he's always wished he could join in somehow. Even if his mother is always there to love him and keep him company, he can't help wishing for friends.

It seems too good to be true, and he knows it's probably a bad idea, but he's lost and alone and it's hard to resist the allure of actually having a friend, just this once.

"If you say so, I guess..."

Even if there's an older noble kid just waiting to pound him the moment he steps out of line, maybe it'd still be worth it, just for the thrill of briefly being able to call someone a friend.