He narrowed his eyes when the young girl spoke, her words made him tsk a couples times before pulling a random book from one od the shelves. "Well, you see I only asked because you seem to be serching for something. If you were to help me, I might quite possibly be able to help you." Cerulean usually stayed true to his words, though in a rather loose way.
"Now, would you like to help me or not?" If the girl said no, then he'd probably just go on as his way, quite possibly after a little accident happened to her. It all depended on how he felt about the situation, which really he felt absolutley nothing for. He might even push the ladder out from underneath the girl if she so chose to climb it before answering him; better to be feared then respected.