[ Aether...? Aside from a briefly confused look, you know what, he's just gonna let that one slide. Maybe where Sebastian's from there's an Aether; he doesn't know. Doesn't take away from how they seem to have reached an understanding — the rest of it's just splitting hairs.

So he listens, hand still loosely wrapped around his glass, but Sebastian with his full attention. Amos inclines his chin slightly at his laugh, a small — unnecessary — encouragement for him to continue. His eyebrows go up a little, but other than that, he doesn't have much reaction. ]

Your kind, huh? Dunno what that is, but that doesn't sound so different from some humans. I grew up around people that only had love for themselves; to them, everyone else was a tool to be used.

[ Like he was, but Amos skips along, nothing changing about his voice, his body language, anything. Like this is all purely an abstract concept to him — and in some ways, he's divorced himself far enough from it that it is. ]

Dunno about granting wishes — [ is Sebastian a genie???? — ] or having a master, but I guess that's kinda what I go for, too. I mean, I am just a human. [ Or he was. Ever since he woke up with a tangible soul one day it's been a little complicated to think about what he actually is, so he just doesn't. ] But I hear you on finding purpose that way. I'd probably fuck up on my own, but as long as I got someone I trust helping me figure it out? Then yeah. It's gratifying to do things for them if they ask you to.

[ So maybe they are on the same page, after all. ]