"Maybe. That depends. What's in it for me?" The tip of the scythe had scratched a hole through the vent, causing a tiny beam of light to shine through. The thin walls of the vent started to stress with the weight of Naomi and the Naga in close proximity, and the hole caused by the scythe didn't help things. Naomi didn't notice it at all, but wondered what he was looking at when he wasn't looking at her. She made no effort to bring up that issue now.