The dark man was quick to detach himself and Yuka felt like he could breath again. Quickly, Yuka felt his heart rate slow, the pounding in his ears fading to nothing. Amber teal-flecked eyes focused on the younger man's face as he spoke. He was certainly an odd one. Yuka had always grown up where divison between superiority was communicated through submissive actions. The Left Hand would take what he would get though, especially if that included a few meal. Yuka did a once over of the new second, having half the mind to refuse but knowing that it would do no good in forming relationships within the pack. What Nineva wanted him to do. This was pointless because he would just be doing the same thing: being Nineva's eyes and ears. At the end of the day, she was the one he answered to. Nothing changed.

While Aytgin's offer might have been out of respect his tidbit at the end caught the former assassin off guard. No one wanted to get to know him unless they wanted something, but they were in a pack together and there was no possibility of Aytigin knowing of Yuka's more acquired qualities. Offering a cordial nod, his voice was gruff when he spoke, "Sure, that'd be nice." He wasn't much of a talker but the pair would most likely be eating most of the time, so there couldn't really be any harm in giving it a try.