His nose wrinkles at the smell. Either Ginko is smoking something cheap or it is some sort of other inhalant. Hmm, maybe he is a drugged out workaholic and the issue is worse than he thought. Or maybe it is something else entirely. His curiosity wins out, "You know, I have faerie weed if you want something stronger than whatever cheap substance you are using." Look, this is his subtle way of asking.

He snorts gently at him speaking of foxes or monkeys. Those were small enough not to be a bother unless one was particularly vicious. His tone drops to a more serious one, "What I'm asking is, do you know how to fight and would you want to learn? It's getting dangerous here. More than usual."