Make a doughnut crack and I can't guarantee you'll get up without a black eye, Flynn. [He's good on that threat! Nate might be warming up to Harry again but it's gonna be hard as hell to get back to the level of trust he had in the other. Looking down, he makes a face, raises a brow. Pulling his hand back, he settles it at his sides, on top of the other.]

I don't know exactly what I want. [It's never been that simple; if it's not 'let's find this treasure' or 'we'll get along', then things become ten times more difficult. He knows history, hundreds of years of it, enough to keep him in the know for jobs but with people, with his needs past the basics, it's never been that easy. He looks out towards the village, exhales.] Look, you're either with me or you're not. It's that simple, right?

[Me. Not us, not we. He hopes, anyway.] So what do you say?