The boy waited until the man was done speaking, grin showing around the edges. "Au contraire; the question is not if I'm interested." He gave a shrug of allowance, before continuing. His nerves jangled against each other, in anxiety, in excitement. There was no question that this scenario claimed itself as fun, except-- Except the child hadn't forgotten that this man could bring back abilities at whim, sort life and death just as equally, and Albedo wasn't sure which he feared more at this point: Nigredo's life in this man's hands, or the possibility that this man would give back his regeneration in full, which would strike from from his brother's side all the same.

Playing to suit a role, therefore, came as something all too known. Far too necessary. "It's not a hard job at all, unless the time frame is further constrained than one would assume. But all of that is near meaningless-- I'm like to know your offer before sealing myself to the deal. Of course I'm interested, but what shiny things--" Nigredo's life, Nigredo's protection, his own dear soul. "--are you holding up as incentive?"