He followed her into the house, watching her open up different things as she walked around, listening to her patiently before speaking. "I'll probably take all the alcohol, even though I'm not likely to drink any of it, I don't like it very much or often."<br/><br/>He reached into a hidey hole, pulling out a small pistol. He felt the steel and oak weapon and looked it over, pulling out the rest of the equipment and looking at her, "Is this for sale? if so, I'll take it, I've been in need for a pistol or two for about a week or so. And about the items in here, we can definitely use any and all weapons, and as for the others, I'll have to go through them, but food and medicine is a definite, and the trinkets I can look at after this."<br/><br/>He looked at her as she talked about the bug, nodding.<br/><br/>"Why can't you find a wife? Are you as picky as I am about a husband?"<br/><br/>He looked at her, frowning and standing in front of her, looking down a bit right into her eyes for a minute before he sighed. He leaned against a nearby cabinet and his whole body slumped in exhaustion, his tiredness obvious on his face. "Because.... While my job allows me to pick who I work for and how long and pays quite handsomely for the jobs, no one would want me, someone who they may not know if they'll return from the job, as well as...." He lifted his left sleeve, showing the deep burn scars along his arm. "it's on me back and ribs too. No one want's someone like this. Besides, I haven't met the right girl yet, still looking. How about you?