Nate isn't having any of that. Regardless of the fact that she just pulled a gun on him two seconds ago, he slips his arms between the furs and takes half the stack from her to make his point.

He's also careful to dance backwards to avoid kicks to uncomfortable places in case she tries to stop him.

"I know a thing or two about how you handle things, Chloe," Nate remarks, shifting his weight a bit. If that shot had done any lethal damage, there would be a lot more screaming going on. And if she had won the fight, she wouldn't have been so spooked by his appearance. "Can we skip the dance and get down to the real answer here?"