[ harry lets himself be pulled down, albeit with something of a surprised noise, quiet as he listens to nate talk. the words get something of a humorless smirk, though. ]

If I were lying, I wouldn't say 'please'. [ that's reserved for dire circumstances like this, and it still feels weird to say, to mean so earnestly. sure, one half is that he doesn't want to die out in this snowstorm, but the other half? is that he cares what happens to the idiot, somehow. it's a weird feeling, his morals and conscience gaining root again when they've been quiet for so long, and one he's not quite sure of. he's spent so long in the mindset that he's not a hero, not a good guy, done more than a few things that fall safely in the black zone of the spectrum because the underground world he operates him had jaded him. these things should be left to people like nate. but, well...

either way, he puts a hand over his heart, raising the other in the air. ] Boy Scout's promise. No lies. And if I am, you get a free potshot on the house.

[ there's a hand held out to nate. ]

Deal?