"Gave up on gettin any answers from those bastards a long time ago." Dabi isn't on good terms with his patron at all, considering their very-much-clashing ideologies. There's only one thing he has in common with the pthumerian.

Dabi doesn't trust anyone as a practice. They're no exceptions.

"Didja win ya thing yet?" He glances towards the table with a tilt of his head. That's why they were here, to win the item Nara'a wanted. Of course they could head to another table to build up more reserves...