Thomas rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to point out that insulting him by saying how insignificant he was wasn't likely to get him to go along with anything this guy was suggesting. If he was so irrelevant, why where they even having this conversation right now? But at this point Thomas had begun to accept that this mystery man wasn't planning on giving him a straight answer for anything, apparently. Because that would obviously be too easy for whatever kind of whacked out supervillain he was. After all, it wasn't like Thomas had the magic to strike him down or control him by knowing his name. But nope, apparently he preferred to stay anonymous.

Then he presented his offer, and Thomas struggled to say 'no'. He wanted to say it, knew he should, knew he should try to bash the guys face in or go off and find the others and tell them so there could be a communal ass kicking, but he just couldn't. Because as it was, for whatever mysterious end goal he had in mind, this guy was offering to help Thomas get stronger. Sure, there was more likely than not a hidden agenda in there, because mysterious cloaked figures didn't just come up and offer to help you out of the blue and for nothing in return, but he was confident he could handle that. After all, once he was stronger he'd be able to beat this guy too, right?

"Fine," he huffed, lowering his keyblade a bit. "Stop dancing around like you're some kind of fairy and say what you plan on saying already." If he stopped with that, then things would get ten percent better immediately in terms of his headache.