This was when he brought his hand back, forgetting about the gun for a moment. "No, and I would prefer to keep it that way..." taking a few steps forward, Damion circled the man. The suit shining in the dim kitchen light. While the suns own shown through a near by window.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why the suit? Of all the things to bring in proving to an alpha of his trustworthiness, to me... why would he do such a thing? Of course he would want to seem helpless to the situation, and if he is truly a master strategist, then would he not also foresee a chance of me ripping his throat out. He would have taken some assurance with him would he have not? In any case...</span><br/><br/>"Mr. Corry I must say you seem pretty confident that I am accepting members, and if a strategist is what you are, how do I not know as soon as I turn my back with trust, metaphorically speaking, that you do not stab me in the back. Naturally I would assume as such, so what can you do to prove good intention? I will be honest, my instincts say that you are trustworthy." He looked the man Arthur Corry in the eye. "Even saying that, I believe I need proof. Money, is not a good thing to use in this case by the way, I will most probably think you would be bribing me if you offer it again. All I need, is for you to convince me of your good faith, can you do that?"<br/><br/>He stood in front of the man. "You can move your arms now if you need to, by all means, if you want to walk around you can." He reached behind him and snatched the gun from behind him. Whether Micky was holding it or not, he quickly disassembled it, placing the peices on a near by side table next to the couch Micky was on. The bullet from the gun in between his fingers he eyed it, then he eyed Arthur silently for a moment. "Now I have relinquished a firearm and rendered it useless. Its your turn to show me something worth trust... for I have given as much as I will to you already without any actions to show your intentions on your own side." He spread his arms "If you please, go ahead and show me something worth trust and my plentiful time... friend." He said the word friend suspiciously awaiting his retaliation and reaction. Of all things, even being a "Master" strategist, Arthur could not have possibly guessed he would have disassembled a weapon that could have shot Mr Corry dead if he did something violent toward them.