Just the one, boy. ( If it pleases you, though it seems to embitter Zenobius to give the ask, and he delays, gathering his thoughts, filtering them of profanity or impatience.

Give him time, give him time. )

What... who do you need me to be now? Wasn't for my pretty eyes you did.... what you did. Whatever you think you did for me. You want something. I'm asking... name that price.