[Say what you will about him, Noctis, at least he's honest about what he is.
The same can't be said for every devil.]

Color don't matter right now, I want an even mix of all of 'em.

[He doesn't know which ones will make the best drugs yet. If one color turns out to be better than the rest, though, that might change.

That being said, he pauses a bit as he looks into the camera at Noctis. His toothy grin seems to widen, if that's even possible, as he speaks again - a clear tone of amusement to his voice.]

I'll tell you what, though: Bring me one jar of each color, and I'll throw in an extra hundred for ye.

[You might be wondering where he's getting all this money. The answer is crimes.]