He let her step away without resistance, but her suggestions caused him to look back down at the gear arrayed on the table. He ran his fingers along the leather holster for his pistol. Using her as bait would almost definitely work--but the real question in his mind was if her supposition was correct. That, and how okay he was with the notion. Given how their relationship had--somewhat rapidly, he realized--changed and evolved, putting her in unnecessary risk wasn't something he really wanted to do. He let his eyes play over the trigger of the pistol, carefully filed so his finger wouldn't slip when he held it. Surety was his way of life. No variables, or as few as he could maintain.<br/><br/>"I think subterfuge would be wiser than confrontation," he finally said. "By which I mean that if we leave, and you make it known you've left, then the Huntsman will either track us, or just go home. Either way, we take control of the situation from him. Setting a trap would work too, but." He sighed and stood, pacing across the room to hug her from behind, his arms tight around her middle. "But I don't want to. It's that simple." He squeezed her gently and let his embrace linger before he let her go and leaned on the counter next to her, still close, but not fully touching. "As for taking you to Central... that might be overstepping my boundaries. I'd have to clear it with the others first. There's only four of us that know of it so far, though, and the other three won't be hard to find, especially if we use your network."