The 'sold to anyone who would have me' sent a bolt of foreboding down his spine and he cut a sharp look at the now-closer Meng Yao. He didn't interrupt, however, merely listened. At the question, however, Mingjue considered Meng Yao with a weighing squint for all of a heartbeat before he tilted his head in acquiescence and dumped his clothes into Meng Yao's arms.

"That does." What the hell, right? He reached out to brace himself on Meng Yao's shoulder so he could pull on his boots. "Sounds good."

Before they got any further, though: "If you're calling me Da-ge, what do I call you?"