That gets his attention for a moment- but only a moment. Eleven rubs at his forehead.

"I'm willing to help," he sighs, "But I don't understand why you require a new blade when the one you have should be well sufficient."

But it feels like he's hitting a wall insofar as answers go. There's something Five doesn't want to tell him, and he can't help but worry about it. ..Still, the prospect of satisfying work and having coin again is appealing. He may need it.

Eleven shifts his weight, tooth pulling at his lower lip, then finally settles. "All right. I won't pry further if you're able to cover the cost of materials."

In that way, he reasons he can treat it as a clear-cut commission.