I'm a hunter for hire. [He doesn't add more to it, but his tone suggests that he's not irritated. If Corazon asks more, he'll probably talk without any real reluctance.
But there is something he's reluctant about. Perhaps even horrified. And it's in Rosinante's mouth right now. He looks scandalized as Rosinante eats the last sprout left on his plate. He usually would hold back, but this smell of them mixed with the remembrance of what the last sprout he ate tasted like spur him into verbal action.] How can you eat those? They smell like ass.
I'm so sorry
But there is something he's reluctant about. Perhaps even horrified. And it's in Rosinante's mouth right now. He looks scandalized as Rosinante eats the last sprout left on his plate. He usually would hold back, but this smell of them mixed with the remembrance of what the last sprout he ate tasted like spur him into verbal action.] How can you eat those? They smell like ass.