Raidou leaned forward, grabbed the mans fist with his own to hold his new prisoners fingers clamped tight around the flat, gold disk. "This ring?" he held it up, between pointer and thumb, other fingers sticking out. Like he'd found a pearl to show off. he dropped it on the bar and grabbed the handgun from the top, over the slide.
Tight grip, both hands. "Tell me about dear ole dad then?"
Raidou smiled, and this time it wasn't plastic, or friendly, or insane.