Regardless of the insults, Dalious was pleased to hear that he was called 'captain'.  It almost made him appreciate these thugs moreso, however he knew it was a ruse.  

Once Sharpwit got into his face, shovel in hand, he listened closely to what the man had to say.  "It depends how you define a rat," Dalious replied, though their attention shifted to a sword they had found in the sand... Cicero's.

"You'll not here a word from us," Dalious said in response to the sword.  "In fact I'm quite certain one of those demonfolk must of accidentally lost it.  Not a peep from me though, all yours..."

Dalious turned away to his duties, muttering under his breath so none could hear, " I'm going to slit your throat with it, fare I get the chance..."