Will frowned into his still-untouched beer. "I think anything with a shot of working right now is gonna come with a risk. None of our options are good ones. Any one of 'em could come back to bite us." Hermes, who apparently wanted to work with them, if they could overlook the fact that he treated the people they fought for as disposable playthings. Lebanon, with its eerie power, which could take the Sheriff off the board for good, or be turned right back on all of them. The cell, the loaded rifle on the mantlepiece that loomed heavy over their conversation, even without either one of them directly acknowledging it.
He looked up again, holding her gaze seriously. "We've got no reason to trust this bloke, except that Clio says he's solid. I get it if that's not enough for the rest of you to bite, not like you know her. But she's come through for me, a lot, and Tuck will back me up." He pursed his mouth. No good options. But this one might be the least worst of the lot. "I think it might be worth a shot."