He eyed the male elf coldly, getting into the the role he provided himself. He slowly turned towards the man, keeping his pistol trained on the woman.
"Hows about you stop moving, you slackjawed twat? Set my gold down, while youre at it." He smirked as the dwarf spoke, briefly turning his attention away. 
"Well, it was a rather large fish hook. And saying they were privateers is an insult. Couldn't tell their asses from their cocks."
He turned back to the elf with the chest.
"Now put that down, lest you want a demonstration, boy. I'll enjoy it more than you, that I can promise."
I hope, He thought to himself.