How warmhearted. Perhaps there is something the maggots haven't eaten yet.

[ Yeah, right. Cold it may be, but it's not any different from their usual banter- and he already knows the truth of it. Investments are something they share priority in.

Mishka's laugh resonates with the creaking of feet on wooden boards, and he flits his gaze back if only to scrutinize. Really, who wanders in random houses in the middle of nowhere, even if they are looking for help...it looks to be in the same shoddy shape as most Osoyan homes.

Well, he doesn't have time to dwell on it for long. ]

Highly depends on your attitude. I'd be inclined to sell you for less on a bad day.

[ Unabashed. He takes another sip. ]

Four bottles, perhaps. Only if it was good, however- your head could likely fetch me better.