"HE WANTS THEM," He says quickly, the overwhelming topic he'd just escaped taking from him his chance to think it all over before answering. It does make things quicker.

He feels strange just...taking things. Just accepting that something was given to him for no good reason-- and possibly for some distinctly unpleasant ones-- just like that. But, he's never been given any sort of honest to Messiahs gift before. He can't help but want to scurry it away. At the very least, they would make for good fill on his pile, and the better the pile the more comfortable for sleep.

"He wants them..." He says again. He doesn't actually take anything.