The haggard, bag-totting man treated Theron's threat and leveled handgun with a deadpan expression. "Don't be an idiot with me." They bit out in a flat tone that belied exasperation, impatience...and a hint of smoldering anger. "I didn't [i]have[/i] to make you an offer. For somebody who had enough neurons firing to keep their cool at that chop-shop side-show back there, you don't seem to have figured out its better not to make enemies where you don't have to."

The man was standing with a bit of a slouch, most of their body weight firmly set in the heel of their right foot as they rocked back and forth lightly, the fingers of their left hand idling drumming the duffel-bag's straps rhythmically. He seemed pretty anxious...just apparently not with Theron.

"It's [i]simple[/i]." The man uttered the word with a bit of lingering, emphatic dip towards the end, poorly masking the condescension of his tone. He was glancing around the street furtively - when he looked at Theron at all, it was only to look him in the eye. Even with Theron's enhanced vision and tracking, getting a read on this man was eerily difficult. "I have a pretty good idea who you're with, and if I'm right then it'd just cause trouble to have killed you. What I've got in mind is a little mutually beneficial exchange. You get to keep Golemeth's carcass no matter what, and maybe if you're good at paying attention you'll listen to what I have to discuss with him and learn a thing or two. I get what he knows without having to burn any bridges. You get what I know on top of that, and just maybe we might be able to keep helping each other where it's convenient. In the future, maybe I can help you overcome that priaprism-induced inferiority complex you're jacking off in your hand right now."

...This man talked an awful lot of shit considering he looked to be wearing tattered clothes and weighed the next-best thing to fifty-two kilograms soaking wet. Assuming he had no wetware. It was clear from his tone and disposition that he did not feel like he needed to prove [i]anything[/i] to Theron. For one thing, he seemed to have simply [i]assumed[/i] that Theron would know anything he decided to divulge would be worth the time and breath. Although that was hardly the least believable thing about this situation. Chances were, if this guy wanted [i]information[/i] from Golemeth, there was only one topic the both of them might know that could provide as much leverage as he seemed to think he had. He had finally stopped glancing all over the place and was now staring directly at Theron, expression impatient with a pronounced rise to one eyebrow.
 
[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]