Still feeling a faint hum of joy from the creature's praise Amano doesn't reply right away. Instead he lets his eyes travel over the docks and surrounding buildings. As a child he had spent some time wandering around with a small group of children, exploring the area like some foreign country. At the time they young nobles had little care what anyone thought of them, so when they returned each evening, covered in dirt and filth, and smelling strongly of fish, they felt almost honored when the housekeepers and the like got upset at the mess. His head swivels slowly this way and that, recalling “the great fishery caper”, and “fisherman's last stand”. He had caused quite a bit of trouble as a child for the dock workers, however he was never the one blamed. The leader of the little group held most of the responsibility, and was the one most caught and punished.

[i]'Even at a young age, none have really thought enough of me to take note of my deeds, whether they be good or bad. I was always at the back, always off to the side'[/i] His eyes travel once more to his companion and he feels another trickling rush of pride. [i]'We will change that however'[/i] Deep in his heart Amano feels no arrogance in his thinking, not believing his thoughts those of someone better than another. His pride is purely for his own sake, and for the thought of how willing he is to do that hard work. This humble pride shows in his eyes as he at last addresses the man's question, a faint warmth in his innards from being called master once more. 

“I believe it best if we go together. I have seen quite a bit of bartering done by my father, and he is highly regarded in the matter so I may be able to help in that respect. However,” he looks back towards the docks, “I will take your advice when it comes to the actual selections. I'm. . .Not a people person per se, so I'm not sure I would be a good judge of such things. . .” He is careful not to drop his gaze as his instincts tell him to, but instead keeps his gaze steady with Illiendi's.