A growl escaped his lips as she told him to fire at her and just shoot. He didn't like it when people called his bluff, it pissed him off in fact. Still he was proud that he had scared her enough to drop everything, watching as the black liquid in her cup spilled on the deck, a couple of cans of beer had exploded open and were spritzing beer around, saturating the woman's foot, and the bag of doughnuts had nearly fallen through a crack. A low bellow of a chuckle came about.<br/><br/>"Awe did poor missy prissy just bout piss herself?" He mocked her fear, "You come marching down here all smiles and now your knees are quaking like some scared school girl." He laughed internally at her attempt of offerings, and how they were now practically ruined. He put the shotgun down, resting the butt of the weapon on the ground and propping the barrel against the arm of his chair. He rose up, stumbled slightly and began gingerly walking out toward her ignoring the fact that he should really be using his cane. He could move without it, but due to his current state of physical fitness he really needed it more or less until he was in better shape and worked the tendons that had been reattached back into shape.<br/><br/>He made his way to the edge of the boat, ran his right hand through his disheveled and gray beard while looking up at her. He grinned wickedly and reached out to chuck the six pack of beer into the lake, he didn't care that he had littered, and if she really cared there was a fish net on the opposite side of the back deck she could use to fish it out of the water. "Well if you call doughnuts breakfast then you need a lesson or two missy," he cut the prissy part out for now, "...and I have plenty of access to beer, Budweiser especially, so you really ought to have tried a wee bit harder." He motioned for her to come aboard his boat. "See that hose over there," he pointed to a white hose with a green garden nozzle, "use that to clean your coffee of the dock since you made the mess, then after that if you want to cook me an acceptable breakfast of steak and eggs, I have the ingredients in the fridge, I will hear out whatever crazy idea you have, but that is it."<br/><br/>Mark made no mention of allowing her to change, or at least take off her shoes which reeked heavily of beer by now. He had put the ball in her court, he was skeptical of her, but if she was willing to cook him breakfast then it was one less thing he was going to have to do for himself that day.