That was a question Mort hadn't expected, though thinking about it he couldn't really say why he hadn't expected it. Hell, it was a good question to ask. Why would he? He reached up to awkwardly scratch his chin with the hand holding the crowbar as he thought about it, the wiry bristles of his beard barsh aganist his fingertips.
"Honestly? I'm not sure," he admitted finally. "I kind of surprised myself when I offered. I don't know. Call it trying to foster some good will out here, I guess. As for what I want..." He trailed off for a moment in thought before shrugging and letting out a wry chuckle. "How about a truce? I show you how to use that thing right and you don't use it on my throat in the process. Sound good to you?"