[He scowls, mildly affronted at the implication he'd need help with anything even vaguely academic from a lesser being, and debates how to phrase the explanation. Finally:]

Since arriving here, I have become... flawed. My body grows tired, and does not behave as it should. I grow hungry far too regularly, and if I ignore it...

[Does he even need to describe it, when speaking to a human of all people? He supposes not. He looks down at his hands.]

It is inconvenient.