[He looks like he's thinking about it for a few moments before his shoulders shake gently with a small laugh at his own thoughts. As it does though, the petals over that mantle are jostled, and a few begin to fall as the plants get more delicate, less fed.]

I suppose I could put in a good word for you, when the time comes. But that is an incredibly, terribly difficult choice. I won't ask you to make it until you absolutely have to, and even then... I would hold no ill will at your refusal.

[That does have him thinking about his circumstances, though. A situation he hasn't talked about for so long, he'd forgotten it entirely. But it is... well, maybe this is one of those things the Overgrowth wanted, that he couldn't provide. Maybe he should.

It's hard to think about doing it. All that proves to him is that he probably really, really should.]

Do you... want to hear about it? How I became her bounty hunter so long ago?