Generating Chroma didn't even come to Ace's mind. The touch feels great, it really does, but Ace is also touch starved as a rule, and still mentally messed up from death. So he doesn't even place the heightened sensation, mentally or physically, to anything really. It just felt really good to shake the guy's hand, more than it should, and he lingers before letting go, and that's okay. He'll deal with things later when he's been fed.

"That's a hell of a name." Ace isn't even sure what Avaricious means. But he doesn't care. His stomach is making almost embarrassingly loud noises, and he's ready to put something in it. "So... do you have some food here? Or are we going somewhere for a meal?"