The cold metal of the muzzle of the gun pressing against Chester's forehead was a odd sensation. He certainly wasn't afraid of the gunner pulling the trigger, the physical sensation was somewhat painful, due to how hard the gun was being pressed against him, yet, it was somehow relaxing, the cool metal made him feel relaxed.

Kuhn snarled at Isaac as he fought the girl. "Idiot-Swordsman, leave da pretty girl alone." Kuhn shouted, pulling his pistol from his hip with his other hand, aiming at at Isaac. "Or I'll put down two drunk idiots today." 

Isaac frowned. "Fine." He said, his sword being taken away from Lina's neck, he twirled the blade in his hands, graciously spinning it back into it's sheath that he carried, the strap hanging loosely from his shoulder. He walked over to Kuhn, whom had now put the long-barreled gun to Chester's Ribs, in order to [i]encourage[/i] him to stay still.

"Sorry 'bout all dis'. Business is business." Kuhn told him, as Isaac pulled out the handcuffs and the chains, promptly locking down Chester - whom was doing surprisingly little resistance.

Or talking.

"... He's asleep, Isaac. This fucking idiot fell asleep with two guns pointed at him." Kuhn said, in disbelief.

"What the fuck." He continued, as Isaac shrugged, slinging Chester over his other shoulder. Kuhn put his shotgun back in it's place, twirling the pistol on his finger, before he put it back in it's holster, as well. Walking past Lina, he tipped his hat. "Sorry 'bout all the ruckus." He seemed to genuinely apologize - despite being as smug as ever.