Micky stay where he was on the wall as the guy talked, nodding his head every now and again. To show that he was understanding what the guy was saying, through the whole time he talked. Micky was sliding a fake pick across his jeans. It mostly looked like he was starching at his leg, or maybe playing the air guitar like people guess he was doing when he would start that. He pulled then cigarette away from his mouth and blew some smoke rings and smiled bit, looking at the man.<br/><br/>Micky thought about what he should say, not to sure what he should say. "How can I trust you? You could being saying all of this just so you can find out where our pack is and destroy it, or to bring people onto the other side. Like they say, no honor among thieves. Me and you are the same, we take what we want. Give another back, well that's not true, you give kids cards and I sometimes help the pack. But still, I have no way to trust you, so? What shall we do about that?" Micky asked, pushing him self off the wall and throwing the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his shoe.