Hmmmm. [So he is being followed. He should have suspected. In one fluid motion, he takes handle of his scythe and turns it and himself, arcing the blade through another smaller vine. With an adjustment, he has his weapon of choice back where it was before, facing the direction of his travels once again.]

Oh, I'm sure it could, I'm sure it could. But what brings you the profit? Sweets? Toys? Trinkets? In this world where they only want to make a home for themselves, who can say? Might be the market for that sort of thing, might not. [Shoulders shrug in a snrt.] Either way, it's clear we'll not be going anywhere for a long while.

[And with that, he boots a way a smaller vine, barely sparing it a glance.] You'll do what you like, young Lord, whether or not I care. Strikes me, though, that you would stoop to such words, given our last meeting. Been here long enough that it changed you, yes?