Haunted Wood I dont give a f*ck what anyone thinks of me

No. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest idea in the long run but it was a worthy risk at the time. He was all alone and hungry. He hadn't even had the chance to practice hunting yet. What else was he supposed to do? Desperate times call for desperate measures. Of course Orochi kept the answer plain and simple, he need not explain himself to the whelp. 

He took note of how Valoir started to fiddle with the dirt like some unamused prince. His eyes narrowed. Alright. You've bought me my food. Now go. There was no need to continue this conversation since he seemed so disengaged. It wouldn’t wound him. It wasn’t like Orochi wanted to speak with him in the first place.