[ whether his words held a lick a truth or not seemed relatively inconsequential to mort. at the very least, it's clear it isn't his own personal area of expertise, and in light of this, he supposed relinquishing the metaphorical reins to a stranger couldn't serve to harm him. at worst, it ends up a boring farce, but something about the inflection of the stranger's voice and the self-assurance he manages to exude tells mort that isn't likely to be the case.

call it a leap of faith or mere curiosity, but regardless, he gives a simple gesture in return. a nod of the head, firm and resolute as he speaks. ] I normally don't take direction [ from what appears to be a human no less... ], however... [ at this, his smile might turn a bit dangerous before appearing slightly more amiable. ]

I shall allow it. [ if just because his gut is telling him too and mort was if nothing someone who was completely subject to his own fancies and whims. ] But, the price for my assistance won't be cheap. [ but, he seems to come close enough, as if he expects yang's next words to be a shared and intimate secret between the two of them. ]