[ Night air is great—he greatly prefer it over the warmth of the first sunrise, though that isn't that bad, too. He finally opens his eyes now that he's feeling a little better. ]

Silver would be one... But I'm sure he probably wouldn't like that sound of it.

[ Silver would probably grump his way out of it? Maybe. Hmmmm. He'd rather be a mercenary or a gentleman thief, but that seems maybe too obvious. ]

I'm in your care, Prince Akechi.