Caine's words were met with a chuckle. Ace wasn't sure if the other was actually happy he had dropped a harpy on top of Crusty - a small retaliation for the goo he had been bathed with - or if he was just teasing the mercenary. Either way, Ace supposed it was fine. As Crusty finished his meal, Ace gave the harpy near him a small nudge with his foot, just to be sure. When the beast didn't show any sign of moving, he dragged the carcass towards the end of the clearing, as away from the horses as possible, and dropped it there. The flames still cast light over it, and if another thing decided to join them, it would probably go for the easiest meal and, by then, they would be aware of its presence.<br/><br/>When Crusty suggested the order of the night watch, Ace fought the urge to disagree. In truth, he didn't trust his companions nearly enough to simply sleep by their side. It would be impossible to avoid it too much, though, if they were going to travel together. Sooner or later, there would be no trees to sleep on, and it was still safer to sleep together than alone. That, of course, didn't mean he trusted his companions, but they probably didn't trust him either, so there was that.<br/><br/>"Alright, then. I'm off to the dreamlands." Ace finally said, the smile returning briefly before it gave way to a yawn. He made his way to Caine's side, towards a tree that was near the other man, just far enough that the other would need to get up if he wanted to reach him. And, hopefully, Ace would hear if he tried to do so. He trusted Caine slightly more not to slit his throat in his sleep than Crusty, although if the sense of justice of the other man was to be believed, it was highly unlikely he would try something like that. But Ace also had learned that 'senses of justice' were fickle things, men and women alike too eager to forget about them if the situation asked for.<br/><br/>With a nod toward his companions, he grabbed a blanket from his backpack, placing it on top of his legs, in a half sit, half laid down position. It wasn't really comfortable to be in, but it was more practical than to lay down completely.<br/><br/>Ace closed his eyes, trying to make his instincts trust the others enough for him to go to sleep. In this strange state, with his walls down, he couldn't help but wonder about who the others were. This Crusty guy, whom he was still calling that mostly because he had no idea how to call him, seemed to have been a knight, or a soldier, at least. The kind of people he should distrust more than others. The kind of people who would never look at him with anything other than disgust. If this one was anything more than a soldier, it remained to be seen. Caine, on the other hand, intrigued him a lot. All men, women and their pets had secrets, but this particular man seemed to have nothing but secrets. If it was simply the way he behaved or if it was the truth, Ace still didn't know.<br/><br/>And he shouldn't care. He wouldn't.<br/><br/>With this promise to himself, he finally relaxed enough to drift to sleep.