[It's strange. Damian is startled by the gesture, and it actually shows on his face. His arms fall to his sides, and he peers at Milla, kneeled, then at the sword.

Unfortunately, it makes him sick. It reminds him of being trained to expect devotion from men and women willing to die for any cause he deemed necessary. Heir to the al Ghul empire, shadows, Assassins. How many had he sent to their deaths for reasons ten times more petty?

He had been trying to atone for the abuse of that kind of power.

Carefully, he reaches out and takes the hilt. But he doesn't knight her. His skill in handling this kind of blade is evident in the flourish around his shoulder, over his head. Fast. He doesn't even have to pivot his shoulder, only his elbow and wrist, and the blade stops half an inch at Milla's neck.] First, a man's sword is his soul. Never again make deals with a soul that doesn't belong to you.

Second, don't take out your sword unless you're going to use it.

Finally, don't ever give your life to anyone else. That's the quickest way to die worthlessly. I don't want your chivalry, and I don't want a servant or a guard. I only want an alliance. [He pulls the sword away, and then returns it to her by placing the blade on the back of his wrist and offering it.]

I'm the Bounty Leader. If either of you can think of anything more to ask the Sheriff, I can try, and he may be more revealing to me with this title.

Otherwise, we should focus on finding the identity of the Deputy and the rest of the Bounties before we progress forward.