A low hiss came from his throat as she touched him. "You know who I am, what I am, I can't afford something like that. Even if you are like me..." He slithered away  a bit, raising himself up a bit as he stared down at her. "Those who are like us tend to be able to fend for themselves, that and they would not be the biggest fans of something that could kill them just by looking at them." He returned to normal and put his clothing back on, resting his walking stick on his shoulders. 'Why do you want my help so badly? I am meant for killing, that is all I have ever been good at until I came here, now it's killing and sushi."