"You got eaten. By an alien cow." Danny looks at him with head tilted and eyes wide and round. Part of him wants to laugh. Okay, most of him wants to laugh, and in fact his lips twitch into a little grin.

He's not completely tactless, though. He's not powerful enough to be tactless, and this guy just gave him food, so he manages to control himself. "There's bound to be a good pun there. Give me a little bit, I'll think of something."

Kinner's ideals are in the right place, for him to seek to be a neutral party. Trouble with that is the Morganian party line, as it were, is to take over the world and subjugate all non-magical humans by whatever means necessary. Danny's been steeped in it. Right now his master would be ashamed of him for sitting down to a friendly chat with a non-sorcerer without some kind of major ulterior motive in mind. But he's not here to criticize, and Danny hasn't been fully brainwashed.

He's a little confused, in point of fact. But he knows what he wants out of life: money, attention, admiration, and the benefits that come with them. Inherently selfish? Yep. Inherently evil? Not really.

"I 'spect there's a lot of it around here," he tells Kinner. "Given all kinds of worlds meet. I figured there might even be, I dunno, dragons or nymphs or elves or whatever. Wouldn't mind meeting some of those kinds of things."

"Hard pass on the carnivorous aliens, though." He winks at Kinner.