He blinks once or twice, because-- well, it's not a bad answer, but certainly not the one he was expecting, and certainly not out of Taako. Not that it's bad that he's making friends and not picking fights, but like-- well they both know it's unexpected. Still, Kravitz smiles a gentle look at him, pressing another gentle kiss to the side of his head.

"Well, it's better if the locals are friendly. Even if no one's local, and we're all trapped here." He's realizing that made very little sense, and he tries to start over. "What I mean is-- less to remember of the bad, then."

Plus, he has other questions, especially from that last description. "Though, when you say 'lawful batshit island' do you mean that place with all the guards? And arbitrary rulesets? I hope this isn't going to sound ridiculous, but that sounds like a dream I had."