Albel stayed where he was, eyes fixed warily on Gerald. He knew another predator when he saw one, and had Gerald pegged, especially after seeing him react so quickly and decisively.
The younger man was smiling. This was much more fun than trying to deal with language barriers, and he was actually starting to like Gerald. He wasn't a stupid bully like Vox - he was smarter, more like Albel in the younger man's estimation.
"Clothes and sword," he said slowly, carefully, then waved the sword as if offering it back towards Gerald, but pulled it away after only a moment. "Get me them, and you can have this back."