What could he do? Poe was confident about his looks and... that was about it. Years of his parents buying his way through school told him that his worth as a person was meaningless. He was just a body that held the Spell name, so it never mattered what he could accomplish on his own. After running away from home, anything he'd probably learned from school had likely been diminished if not eradicated.

His self-confidence was shredded to ribbons. He was having an honest to goodness difficult time thinking of why anyone would want him.

"I don't... I don't know." he said very quietly.