He listened as she spoke. Call her master and she might tell him her name when she felt her earned it? What a strange but curious thought. "Dealing with cops and the mob teach you to not give more than a first name. To give enough information while still withholding information that you don't end up on the death list of either group. A little goes a long way while a lot gets you killed." He said in a soft voice. Staring back into her eyes. A man of many faces? Fast thinking? Well that was just dandy. Did timing jumping off a bridge onto a speeding eighteen wheeler count? Especially when running for your life from a psychopath. Staying in character? That wasn't that hard. He had to stay in character when moling for the cops. One slip up could mean his life. "I can stay in character." He muttered. He did it as a mole. Which he didn't mole often but he was a very successful mole because the mafia had never caught on. "And I'm willing to give it a shot with bigger stakes at hand than just staying the middle line between two opposing sides." Giving some information but not enough to endanger himself. What if she was a spy for the mafia? Or a spy for the cops? He couldn't risk it. He needed to be guarded with his information. A new skill? Sounded good to him. Living off the streets? Sounded beyond cool. Decent food? She had his stomach hook, line, and sinker. Money? He wasn't too into flashy things or walking around with a roll of dough up in his pockets. Money was good but too much and your a target on the streets. "Alright Sensei you got a deal." He said simply. Sensei a terminology from Oriental country showing sign and respect to a teacher or master of a skill or talent.