[ One slender curve of a brow, but it isn't in question--rather, there's a hint of interest there, filtered across his face, but he does as he's told. Presented with a job, any sort of job, he's going to try to do his best at it: even the most annoying tasks that Tifa gave him, he still completed them for the sake of his budding reputation.

He almost wants to smile, but rather than reach along the table to snag Nanami another glass, he moves closer, firmly setting down the new one he'd gotten for himself there: he's only had one sip from it, and besides, what's a little swapped spit between practical strangers?

He finds himself absurdly pleased, as he steps back again to collect a brand new glass; and then, rather than stay standing, he pulls himself down into a seat next to Nanami, rather than across from him. ]

Guess it would depend on the job. [ His gaze is still cast peacefully out in front of the both of them, towards the fields. ] If you wanted me to cut down some monsters, for example, I'd show you my strength to appeal to you. But you're forgetting one important thing.

[ And there, a flicker of a blue-green gaze, glow tempered with amusement, at Nanami's profile. ]

You haven't paid me for this job, yet. I'm waiting.