Eward smirked and couldn't resist his next comment. "Do you insist on categorizing all of your animals alphabetically?" He checked over the gun, inspecting it for anything which may hamper his chances of winning the wager but when he was satisfied he began to get the feel of it in his hands. He measured the sights to his eye and distance, the weight of the tracking and how heavy it was to move quickly.
"I will live up to them, my Lord - if you do not believe of my success I'll suggest you ask the rabbits your dogs collect for you..."