[Unfortunately for Roy, the gun is all he has. But he thinks he has the upper hand and that's enough to offer a small comfort for now.

That being said, all that goes through Roy's head for a good half second is "shiiiiit". He doesn't want to make enemies right now. Or ever, really. He just wanted to live to see the next day, and the next.

Besides, maybe it was better so he could keep a close eye on him. He sure as hell would be looking over his shoulder twenty four seven if he sent Vulpes away.]

...As long as that advantage ain't a knife stickin' out of my head. Fine.

[Clearly a begrudging acceptance.]