Maybe a bit. But don't you like that about me?

[ A shrug, though. This is annoying, having this entire conversation like this, but he'll make do. ]

If I wanted to kill you, Byerly, a cliff isn't stopping me. This had every potential to be your ambush, more than mine. [ Which is why, of course, he'd been here not one but nearly three hours early and had goddamn scouted the area. It helps that he's not been sleeping, anyway. ] So I guess we both trust each other about as far as we can throw each other, and nowhere more.