Being a weeb and some form of queer, he's heard through osmosis. So it isn't hard for him to guess. Treatment like that will drive you to the edges of civilization and maybe even a life of crime.

"I can't blame you. It's nice to have your life simplified when starting over, and you meet people easily this way." César chuckles. "Nice to wake up to food on-"

César remembers something, pauses, and then looks down at his half-eaten stew. "... oh." With incredibly reluctance, he disengages from the touch to start eating again. "Right. I need to eat this, don't I?"

Then, back on subject after he's had a bite and is holding the spoon in his hand to remind himself, almost teasing. "That sounds like a date, then. Maybe I'll even go hog wild and get one of my ears pierced, too."