"See, now you're just getting caught up in the details! Consent can be so dubious." He's still watching the bandits as he speaks, who are looking a little nervous that he's not throwing his wallet at them. The one with the switchblade comes up behind the goddess to press it to Fetish's throat. "We ain't kiddin', buddy." Another one pulls out a hunting knife, and the third does nothing, which means he probably has a gun.
"Where's your money." It's less of a question and more of a demand, and Guns just shrugs helplessly. He then proceeds to maintain the conversation. "Sexuality is too theoretical! I don't like theories. I like practice."
The thieves are near livid, and the one presses the blade harder against the goddess' neck. "We ain't fucking kidding!"
Guns thinks Fetish can take care of herself. But if she can't, that isn't his problem either.