Springlatch nodded, scratching at the side of his face some "Yesyes, butonce reachprisoners where next?" he'd ask curiously while scratching at the ground some in a bit of eager anticipation to be running with zinogre instead of running from then for once. Though he seemed to, in a sense, ignore the flattery presented too him. Deciding to rather let something as such be more suitable for after the fact rather then before.