[It's hard to tell if he's even listening under that hood, but to Knives, it sounds little more to him like trivial little problems for trivial little humans. He was -- is, should be -- a flawless being, and so even this much is beneath him.]

I have already offered terms for a 'simple exchange'. [Food for a life. Knives gestures to the vendor, who turns a shade paler than she already had, but smiles nervously as if she's hoping this might be some elaborate joke. He turns his attention back to Akechi.]

If those terms are unacceptable to you, procure something for me yourself.