[ The seed is clear as he hacks it up and Wukong murmurs a soft 'thanks' in return. He keeps his eyes fixated on Tieria's as a slight grin turns the corners of his lips, tail curling up behind him. ]

Tieria. You're smarter than I am, or at the very least... you think differently than I do. I'm not afraid to admit that.

[ A brief pause, taking some time to think again. The last thing he wants to do is offend Tieria, though he's not really sure if he could do that even if he meant it. ]

And you don't have to be honest with me. Heck, your response could be a bunch of jibberish and I'd accept it, but give me your opinions about this place. About this world. There's something that bothers me, but hearing it from someone of your disposition would be helpful.