He kind of reminds him of an apple pie.
His outward appearance is unappealing, and makes him seem tough, too tough to approach. Once the knife is actually driven into this exterior, though, it slices through easily, leaves his inners bared, while the crust crumbles, never to be repaired again.
Just like with a pastry lattice top, he also has some initial holes you can see right through if you know where to look.
The top is dull, and nothing special, but inside lays something tremendously sweet. It's easy to burn yourself trying to grasp or consume it, but it's worth it nonetheless.
Cold apple is so generic. This taste is so much better.
The heat of the fruit comes from years of emotions having piled up, but by taking off the crust, all these feelings are allowed to release. He's warm, hot even, for a few moments, but he quickly cools down.
The dish can still be eaten at that point, but every pie is better when eaten straight after coming out of the oven.
It's not that hard to heat him up again, though. He has a bit of a temper.
And like apple pie, he's also served best with white whipped cream.