Salem frowned and looked at Trey, "Do all Yeerks reproduce as the species they take over? No, I suppose the Yeerk race would die out if that were the case." He shook his head, "I'm afraid I don't get it."
He turned to Elayne and nodded, "Yeah, I've noticed the odd nature of space and time at this bar. It's one of its most charming qualities," he said with a smirk.
When Temrash walked up with his request, Salem looked at him in surprise. While it was true that he and Temrash no longer seemed to be at each other's throats, he hadn't expected him to want to work together any time soon. Salem watched and listened to the conversation between Temrash and the Venber. Venber, he thought, that sounds familiar. He couldn't place where he'd heard the name, however. When the Venber mentioned that it was here looking for a renegade, Salem's hand subconsciously moved towards his weapon. So many hunters here... even if they weren't after him specifically, how long would it be until one of them realized how much he was worth?
He looked up at Temrash, "Hypothetically speaking, I don't tend to deal in hard currency. Whatever you Yeerks use for money isn't likely to do me much good. Hypothetically speaking, normally, I'd ask for an offer in technology or information, and then decide whether it seemed like fair payment once I knew the details of the request. However," he said with a smile, "you did save my life earlier, so I might be willing to take on any hypothetical job you have for me for considerably less, as both a personal thank you and a professional symbol of good faith towards future trades."