[Serph blinks at the statement. If he were another person, there might have been a shrug accompanying his next words, but instead he simply replies in the same even tone he's used for most of their conversation-]
There aren't many of us. It's no trouble.
[So to him it doesn't seem like much of a responsibility at all, even if no one has pledged their loyalty to him. It's more of a habit, an itch he has to scratch lest he be restless the rest of the night.]
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There aren't many of us. It's no trouble.
[So to him it doesn't seem like much of a responsibility at all, even if no one has pledged their loyalty to him. It's more of a habit, an itch he has to scratch lest he be restless the rest of the night.]