Well, if he agreed to that, he would be out of a job. Murdering people was sort of his thing. He was something of a superstar at it, if he did say so himself. More than likely, though, everyone on board the ship would be safe. He might have been good at sticking daggers in vital organs, but he was as inherently lazy as the next human. He tended to not do work unless he was compensated for it. So as long as no one on board had a really, really violent grudge against anyone else...

So he just offered another amused smile, not answering her first statement before shrugging at the next question.

"Fine, fine~. Supposedly there's no exit and I'll die outside. We'll just skip over how that doesn't make much sense, but makes for a great prison." He shoved his hair back from his face, considering whether he actually wanted to ask a legitimate question or not. In most cases, he wouldn't bother, choosing instead to work out things on his own, but in this case... "Where am I supposed to go, then? Seems like a miserable excuse for a prison if there's not an assigned cell."