"Pfft. I couldn't light your metal on fire if I tried. Best I can do is make you think I did." The dwarf gives Tzahala an "innocent" smile, and he motions to the gun in her hands as proof. "Take a look. It's perfectly fine. Same with those pretty legs of yours."<br/><br/>The man steps back a bit, putting just a little bit more distance between himself and Tzahala's gun. Not enough to try and run away, perhaps, but enough that he's not quite so threatened any more.<br/><br/>"Price is easy... We can give you 2-3 times what the Mouse is paying. I mean, they did tell you who broke in, right?" The dwarf's lips split into a lopsided grin, because of course "he" already knows the answer to that. "And why they've hired so much extra security... though that just made our job easier..."