No sooner had Grey finished speaking than the flames came back, this time focused solely around one of Sabo's hands. While his body was still turned towards Tex, he tilted his eyes towards the man, wondering quietly what would happen if he burned Grey down to ashes, and then left the ashes underneath a pyre that never extinguished?
"Oh, I heard you - maybe if you had listened, you'd know that I couldn't trust you not to go ahead with it when the price he offered jumped up," he replied; his tone was back to his earlier calm confidence again. "Just like I don't fully trust either of you now."
Mercenaries were like toast: they were only tasteful so long as they could be buttered up. Hence, why Sabo had not simply thrown up his hands and bought everyone a round of drinks. Still, if it meant sticking it to someone like The Collector, he was willing to give this arrangement a shot. He had money to spare himself, so knowing that he could trust them at all also meant he could potentially have some serious muscle on his side.
"We're done for now," he replied, finally standing down. "If you do end up going through with this deal, I'm going to keep an ear to the ground and wait to hear that everyone is free and clear again." He didn't bother threatening them with what would happen if they didn't return to retrieve that friend-of-a-friend; they would probably already know, and ignore it anyway.
"When that happens? I'll even help you out with your next score - you can bring me in to add to his collection. I'm sure he'll pay a fortune."