The blade was worrisome, no getting around that. It had him not feeling too inclined to put down his makeshift club. He eyed it for long moments before tearing his gaze away from it and back up to her face. "Same," he said, laconic.

"Trouble is, there's only one fireplace. We go settin' fires willy-nilly, we gonna burn the place down around our ears." He lifted his free hand to rub at the back of his neck. There was no way for this not to be awkward and uncomfortable. All he could do was to hope it didn't also have to be violent.

"Make you a deal. You don't go stickin' a hole in me, I won't knock ya on the head. We can spend a night peaceful like, go our separate ways tomorrow. That sound good to ya?"