[in truth, it doesn't feel like a lot for him.

for the man who granted salvation for others because he was bored, this feels like absolutely nothing at all. his word is something that isn't given easily or broken lightly, but for now, there's nothing tangible he's giving her.

the emotions confuse him slightly, but he only tilts his head.]

My favor is earned, not given.

I no longer consider what you deserve to be contingent on what you can provide for me. I will accept your feelings... but save your gratitude for when I truly provide for you.