For a moment, looking into the abyss between Azula Jr.'s perfectly-proportioned breasts, Ren had a strange, compressed, caged-animal feeling. He knew full well that there was no way he could answer that question without screwing himself over.

So he decided to call the Princess' bluff.

Ren blinked, faux-innocently, as though his poor ignorant ass had no idea what kind of negotiations she was talking about.

"Begging pardon, but I figure I musta misheard you." He shifted as close as he could to the Princess without leaving his seat. All the better to shut her arms down if necessary. Among other things. "It's nice you gotta interest in commerce, but maybe you aren't in the know? Where I come from that kinda bartering's liable to get a guy arrested."