"If that's the case, you must be annoyed quite often. The worms that walk the streets of this town are all generally pathetic to my eye."
Observing the boy's wonderment, his eagerness...Harth couldn't help but feel the beginnings of a plan forming. Allying with a human was far from ideal, but Harth believe one should never turn one's back on opportunity. Especially if that opportunity meant a lot of people could die.
"Yes. You've seen what I can do, now I'd like to see you...work."
He gestured to the door.
"What's say we close the restaurant, and find you a project?"