[ The look of disgust does not phase him. He answers it by lifting his chin up a little. ]

Lick the boots of whomever you see fit and see if anyone wants to listen to the shit you have to say.

[ He doesn't know what an enka is, but can tell just from context that it is either some form of speech or song. It's difficult to be certain as to which it is.

His feelings of the leader are just vague feelings. He never has thought about those that are on top as much as he does those are at the bottom. Artemy can't say that he has negative feelings towards someone who has fostered such a warm and inviting place; he does, however, not see that reason to barter away his soul.

What is asked of him, he will do so long as it is not against his morals. He is not some dog that will go because someone ordered it with the hope of getting a prize. The prize before him is wonderful and worthwhile, but he wants to still say he is proud of the person he is when he acquires it. ]

I know why I am here. [ So, again, he repeats himself. His tone that much more stern. ] Your rotten heart may still be bartered away one day.

[ It's not so much of a curse as it is a hope. From his world, his culture, there is meaning behind bartering. ]