Jacoda sighed in frustration as she denied him the only gun that actually meant a damn thing to him. She was a tough cookie. He would give her that one. He looked at her without any way of being able to read what he was thinking. â€œThen you are going to be my hostage for a very long time dove. That is the one gun I will never just part with. It is a family heirloom. A treasure from the past that was passed down through my family for years. I can not simply just leave it. So therefore since you wonâ€™t give it...in order to keep it close I have to keep you close. It makes perfect logic. You have my  gun. My gun is important to me. You are denying me my gun. I need that gun. Yet you have my gun. So you see this is problem. That is mine. Yet since you hold it hostage by all rights I am going to hold you hostage. Savy?â€ He said with a smile. Yes. He just had a miniature circular conversation in the midst of all that other talking.<br/><br/>He watched her get a thoughtful look in her eyes. He moved to leaning against the door. He took up a stance that screamed bad ass bad boy and would make bad boys of the land jealous for how natural he made it seem. He looked at her. "You aren't leaving me...because you have my treasure. Not just any treasure. It is a treasure of utmost importance. So you can't leave me because you have my treasure." Again he made a circular mini conversation. Why was she staring with such interest at a bland and naked wall? He just waited and watched her. He had no idea what the woman was thinking. He'd have actually been amused, albeit surprised, that she wanted to go with him. That she intended to make sure he had to take her with him by holding is prized possession hostage. That would have amused him. The hostage holding the kidnapper hostage. What a strange world they were living in.<br/><br/>He looked at her as her arms left his neck. Looking at her. Tilting his head to the side as he studied her thoughtfully. Thinking on it. He then looked at her again. "mmmm....no. You might try to shoot me with my possession or reach into my clothing for weapons again." He smiled impishly. "Not that I haven't been shot or stabbed before." he said with a bit of a laugh. Listening to her again and tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. "Then I say...let the games begin. Pirate versus agent. Round one...ding." He said with a smirk. "Wait...round two. I already won round one when I got all my weapons back." he said as he remembered this fact. "Well...except the one that actually was of importance to me. The lovely dove is currently holding it hostage." he mused to himself.<br/><br/>He studied her. Tapping his lip thoughtfully. "hmmm..." He smirked a bit. "You know...if you say parley...then I have to treat you as part of the crew in a way. Yet it also means you can't turn coat because then the parley is null and void. Means bad things can happen to you. No protection from the pirates. No protection from the one given parley." he said with a smirk. Yes. He was giving her a way to get out of the bindings. "It means...you can't leave...or I have every right as a pirate to hurt you. I'd rather not hurt the sexy lovely dove but there is the code. The code must be followed. So what'll it be dove?" He asked. This was her one and only chance to get out of the bindings and be protected by him. "One who says parley to the pirate is thus protected by the pirates. Still a prisoner of war but treated more like a crew member than a prisoner." He said. Adding that little tidbit in for her. "So dove...what'll it be?"