"Of course. Putting me to work," he says wryly. Which sounds very annoyed, but with his raspy normal speaking voice, so does almost everything. The very edge of a smirking smile might be the best indication he's not that irritated about the idea.

Especially when he's being fed. (Yeah, now he knows that he could ask that... thing to make him whatever dinner he wants, but he'd rather cut off his own limbs than owe anything to that little demonic brat. She's been making herself scarce since he emerged from the cave, and even the small signs and "favors" she's done are too much of her presence for him to stomach.)

"You do anything else but garden?" asks a man who appears to do nothing else but be violently weird.