As realization slowly dawns, the smile becomes more genuine, and Barrow struggles to contain the chuckle that rumbles forth from deep in his chest.

“Well, seems the hard labor’s already sorted,” he muses, running his hand over his chin—- he’s been attending the Gallows rubble with the best of them—- “but I’m happy to call it even if you are.”

Now if there was a pretty woman and some leather involved in the second option, he might consider it,