I dunno. [He shrugs, and it's a half-measure cast aside as he finishes shutting away their crime; pleased to turn over the words I'll help you more than he's concerned about the rest. Some things are far-off concepts that he'll figure out later, he's sure, but things like having Fenris here— knowing that he's willing to lend a hand, and not because he has to— that's the part he likes. All those glittering, distant notions....

And this.

He closes the ice chest with a little thunk.]

But she's a human anyway, and they hardly live long before they get really old and stuff. [Not like Zevlor. Not like them.

Still....he feels bad when he says it. He likes her, after all: she's the one who took him under her wing for tutelage when he wouldn't stop nosing around her coattails. He doesn't want her to grow old, or to leave, or anything like that. But Fenris is right, too. There can't be two of them.

So he puts it out of his mind, and shrugs again.]

She'll probably get tired of sucking up to a bunch of rich people and go to Bah-li, too.

[There's a slight pause, and then:]

What about you? What do you want to do? Are you gonna take over for Zevlor?