Ankh gives a sharp huff in response, but that's as good as agreement when it comes to him. No more latching onto this jerk's arm. It wasn't worth it. He flexes his wrist, balls his fingers into a fist, and then edges forward along the workbench. That's an interesting offer...

"Oh? Really?" Not that he didn't want those things, no no. He extends his index finger and points at Joji, his tone sliding into something a little more wary and sly. "And what do you get out of doing that?" Everyone wants something. Everyone.