Criss cross applesauce

Hattori couldn't say he anticipated to hear the language of his homeland flick off the snake's tongue, but despite the hiss in his voice he spoke it well. Easy enough to understand, and his tone was flat, his enunciations in line with what they ought to be. The Kaichoi blinked slowly, dwelling on his words for a moment as he wondered what to say. It wasn't every day he spoke to another species, let alone one that was cold-blooded.

"Ah." He uttered, before slipping back into his native language. For the better. "I never saw snakes like you in Nippon Where did you learn the language?"

As for his offer, fate and destiny and fortune were not things he considered much in his daily life. But considering how polite the snake was being he felt little desire to brush him aside, in the same way he wouldn't turn away an offered cup of tea.

"If you wish. What needs to be done?"