He said nothing more until they reached the top, making sure Konan was elsewhere because he didn't know how she would take him doing this, and for once he was actually... concerned she might not agree.

Usually he didn't pay that as much mind as he perhaps ought to, but he didn't want to deal with that doubt presently. Then he slipped into the room where the First Path, the Path that was once Nagato, was settled, watching the door for their arrival expectantly. He closed it behind her and caught the ropes to pull away from her as he slipped off to the side of the aged looking crimson haired figure.

At the moment, his face was mostly hidden by his bangs, but overall, Nagato was far, far too thin. And he was the one who picked up the earlier thread of conversation. "So you come on behalf of Konoha, hmm? Years of rejections weren't enough hint?"