Something in that sentence caught in Squalo's mind. If he was part of the Varia, how could he steal anything from Tyr? That didn't make any sense. Unless... well unless he wasn't, but then who was he, and what was he doing here? For a moment the boy just stood and observed, committing the man to memory, face and voice and posture. Then he smirked, mischievous and innocent at once.

"I don't even know your name, 's gonna be hard to tell on you like that."

He still wanted to learn, after all. There was so much he didn't know and couldn't do, what was the harm in starting with this guy?