At the sputtered response Yondu just tips his bobs his head back and forth. "Blue's gotta be good for somethin'." Hey, he's gotta poke fun that he's now that he's the only blue guy here somehow. Unfortunately if he takes off into the field, his fin's gonna be bright red above the corn, like a shark bred with a traffic cone. He forms a thin, stubborn line with his mouth.

"Alright, Brimstone." He puts a hand on his shoulder. "Since I cain't do my favorite fashion of negotiation with a knife to someone's throat, give me a quick lesson in your kinda guile."