[Given the chance, he'll sass and throw shade up to his very last breath, it's something that comes as easy as breathing. Or...not-breathing, in Cayde's sake. Schemantics.]

"Agreeable"? You have to be the second most formal person I think I've ever met. Maybe the third. Fourth? Whatever, you're up there. [In truth, the banter gives him something to focus on beyond the storm's surges and were he the sort he would probably be greatful for that.] Sorry to bust your bubble though, bud, no one here but me and so your dreams of retiring rich will have to go unfufilled.