[This is an information extraction. Even in the comforting strangeness that is this encounter in his own mind, not unlike a lucid dream, Nate isn't an inept moron. His older brother was always more effective in negotiations, but Caedra came to him. She wants something.

Never let it be said that Nathan Drake is incapable of being a little shit, no matter how gray his temples get.

You didn't answer my question.

[He points out. A brief amount of speculation is afforded to the fragment she manifests before he shrugs.]

I mean, you interrupted a nice dream, you're asking for stuff...least you could do is make this more of an exchange. [Nate raises an eyebrow, leaning on a conversation from their not-so-distant past.] Fair is fair, after all.