Trystan could only laugh, wrapping a few more warming tails over Sam's body, their fluff covering her like a blanket. Gently, he leaned back against the wall, allowing her head to rest on his chest. The tiger's mood changed quickly. Bi-polarity, schizophrenia, abandonment issues. Shit, this one was just full of surprises wasn't he? With a shrug, he watched as he made a very gooey proposition for his cheesecake maker. At first he wasn't worried, but when he pulled the magical neko up to her feet, he let out a small, rumbling growl. The smallest little click vibrated through the air, and before the tiger could even blink, one of Trystan's revolvers were pointing at his chest, the hammer already pulled back, a steely look in his eyes.<br/><br/>Cheesecake was something he would fight for, something he would go to war for. It made him crazy just thinking about the fact that this creature was going to take away something that had served him for years, and someone that could make it for him. And if, Heaven's forbid he grew tired of cheesecake, the neko could use her magics to make any kind of food. And although more people meant more mouths to feed, and the fact that she could make food out of thin air made her valuable, thus bringing much more of a threat onto his head, he could easily handle that. And from what he knew, she could make a lot of food.<br/><br/>One tail looped around the kitsune's arm, it's tailtip laying against the grip on his pistol. "I'm gonna give you one chance. Romance doesn't mean a damn thing out there. If you go all gooey on her, shit will start slipping by you. And when word get's out about what she can do, well then you'll have a lot of starving demons out there, waiting to make some soup out of you and whatever Little Miss Kitty over there can poof up. And you heard what I said right? Where the cheesecake goes, I go." His eyes narrowed, and his voice became truly cold. "Fact is, I don't give a shit about your people, I care about the fact that there is a fucking meal ticket standing right in front of me. If that means that me and my own never have to go hungry or thirsty again, well shit, I'll put a collar around your neck, tie your hands behind your back and leave you out there to see how long it would take something to eat you." The way he said it left no doubt. If that's what it came down to, he would do it. Nothing was more important to him then survival of his and his group.