"Well, I would say at present we were more like acquaintances." Sumat couldn't help but speak bluntly. After all, Trey may have proven to be an upstanding fellow thus far, but people are unpredictable. It only takes the slightest to make them go murdering people, or stealing things, or become cold callers or something.

"...Of course, you can never tell what fate has in store for you." He clarified. Time spent in the West had admittedly eroded it somewhat, but Sumat still considered himself a man of faith, one who put his trust in the Gods to have the right fate lined up. Which they always did; even if it doesn't seem like it at first. He was only human... a four-armed, scaly human, but human nonetheless.

It seemed that, at this moment, his fate was to meet an awful lot of people who admired him for reasons other than the norm, which he found a breath of fresh air.

"Sumat." He replied curtly after Daisy had asked for his name, his native accent once again flaring up momentarily. "And you said yours was Daisy Bartolo, no? That sounds Italian." He asked idly.

Before he could receive an answer, however, Trey announced his intention to sort out his various personal possessions. He scratched his head momentarily, thinking that most of the students would have done that already when they first arrived like him, but then brushed off the thought just as quickly.

"The sentiment is mutual. Perhaps I will." He answered his follow-up remarks as he gave him another light handshake with one of his lower hands; he hoped he'd see the fellow again, otherwise this whole altercation may prove to be a waste of time, which would be a shame, he thought. 

"Do try not to suffer any accidents with your items." He joked, but perhaps chuckled a little too quietly for it to be obvious. Well, he never imagined he looked like the scheming type anyway, so it hopefully shouldn't matter.