He breathes draconic curls of smoke into the air in lazy, slow consideration. On the surface, it sounds like a petty waste of time, but it doesn't take long for Deacon to unpack the potential behind the offer. The corners of his mouth hint enough at a smile that it could even be an actual facts smile. It's just hard to tell, sometimes, with Frost.

"Positively."

He flicks off ash, glimmering embers that die before they hit the ground. Wryly, he adds; "I'll even do it for free, how's that sound."