The boy lets the dismissal serve its purpose. His lips set in a small frown, not that it means much of anything. The frown is for the darkness overtaking the light, for the staircase coming to its end to show only smooth floor ahead. For the notion of a new life. He hums a disagreement.

"There may be a door- I believe I see it ahead. What promise have we the passage we came through will remain open until our return, sir?"

Not that he cares, by the way he travels to hold a hand to a cool wall of this new room, scouting corners before ever facing the treasure-hunter again.