While Meesei's intimidation was effective, the prisoner certainly didn't let go of hope of a slippery escape. Gallus' reaction was to curl his lips and press them against his teeth in a tight smile. He was shaking his head. "That seems a valuable trade," Gallus began, sounding more amiable than Meesei, "Our gift is something rather...costly. I think whether you should join us should depend on the quality of your answers. Meesei," Gallus looked to her, "I'll be right back, I need to go fetch something."

Gallus walked away briskly to the camp and rummaged through their supplies. He came back less than a minute later with leather gloves on his hands and a new dagger on the back of his belt. It was a knife taken from one of the werewolf hunters they encountered. His absence would give Meesei and the prisoner a moment on their own. Gallus trusted Meesei to not turn the prisoner before he came back, if only to get something out of him.