Solovei watched Hector with confusion and growing annoyance as the man basically ignored everything that he said, ignored any recognition of who he was, or the purpose for which he had been summoned. He accepted the cash with that same attitude, listening to the request with some incredulity. Surely he wasn't being serious, was he? He might have knowledge of the modern era, but it didn't change the fact that someone who was part bird trying to buy something was certain to raise a few eyebrows. 

He did pocket the money, but he made no effort to move from his spot. "I am a Servant of the Assassin class, not your Squire. If you wish to purchase something, do it yourself." He certainly was not going to stoop to making himself the mans butler, regardless of their current relationship. 

That said, he folded his arms across his chest, waiting to see what his 'Master' would do. He was a Brigand, who thrived in the wilds, preying upon law and order. He would not cede to authority so easily, and if Hector thought that he could easily dominate the SHeroicpirit that he had summoned, then he was in for quite a rude awakening.