Moe blinked, slightly questioningly, then just nodded solemnly, taking the boys hand he only shook it for a brief moment, not wanting Ally to catch wind of his icy flesh, he didn't respond to the jab on his 'old fashioned' name, because it was truly old fashioned, seeing as how he was over 200 years old. 
"Alright, fine. If it'll make you feel better you can take me to dinner." He said, his voice ever-quiet and slightly angry, even if he wasn't angry in the slightest. He didn't need to eat, he could, he just didn't need to. Being an immortal god had it perks, such as, he hadn't had to take a shit in 200 years.