Rattlesnake Jack gave a single nod to Bee. "A true man loves their weapons, it is as much as a part of them as if'n it was their own name. In the end, they are one and the same, the connection is such that words can't fully express the beauty of it." Rattlesnake Jack paused as he spoke again, "And a fine blade ya got there. Take care o'her." He instinctively reached back down to his own guns, before giving a single pat to the both of them on his holsters. Rattlesnake Jack swayed on closer to Bee as he extended out his right hand, "Jack. Rattlesnake Jack. And you are pardner?"