"Well, with everyone else in a strange motley of anything between plate armor and cloth..." Who was he to judge, really? So long as it wasn't multiple layers, scarves, and a fedora. Hell, anything and a fedora, really. That was so 2000 years ago.
The second question doesn't even give him reason to pause, already shaking his head. "There always is a price." His was simply paid for him by another. One he missed dearly. Though the only sign of any of what was going on in his head being how his shoulders sagged for a brief second, calloused hands clasping themselves before him as he leaned forward. Not once giving the impression of thinking himself better than any on this ship. "Even then, my gods are fickle and answer only when they wish."
(dude last time we did that he stole my best friend... no literally. he has ptsd now)
The second question doesn't even give him reason to pause, already shaking his head. "There always is a price." His was simply paid for him by another. One he missed dearly. Though the only sign of any of what was going on in his head being how his shoulders sagged for a brief second, calloused hands clasping themselves before him as he leaned forward. Not once giving the impression of thinking himself better than any on this ship. "Even then, my gods are fickle and answer only when they wish."