a special kind of crazy

Her initial response caught him off guard. He snorted a laugh. Tyrian couldn't help it; he wasn't sure what he'd expected in response but of all the possible answers that one never would have crossed his mind. It made sense, though. Now that she'd said it, it felt right. Like of course that was the answer. Realizing his error Tyrian quickly quashed the sound. He cleared his throat and said, "Sorry." As though warding off a sudden headache Tyrian then pressed the toes of one paw against the bridge of his nose. The rest of her answer made sense but somehow that didn't make answering her any easier.

Tyrian set his paw down and fixed Aryn with a look. He was a glutton for punishment. And, thinking back to Punishment Day, at one point he had wanted to kinda sorta adopt her. It was only the screeching and barfing and whining that had changed his mind. And at least two of those things would probably go away if she wanted to be taught. He was hoping, anyway.

A big sigh left his lips. "Alright, I'll do it, but I need to know we're on the same page first. I know what I'm doing. You got questions, great, ask 'em, but we ain't doing what we did last time, you know? As for payment, I haven't the slightest idea what to ask for. How about you just owe me. I'll know what this is worth when I see it." That seemed reasonable to him. It was hard to put a price tag on whatever this was.