Not much of a reaction, no, but they at least know each other well enough by now that Daud will deign to answer -- though not before he spares a second or two to let his gaze casually tail over their surroundings, checking to see that there isn't anyone with the city guard who'd mark Shura talking with him.

Paranoid as ever. He lets the hoe dig into the ground, feeling the ache of the work he's done this afternoon in his muscles, and finding he doesn't mind it at all.

"If you're building up to a punch line," he rumbles, pulling the hoe back again, words punctuated by the crunch and plink of the metal breaking up stone and soil. "It better be original."