Robin picked up the ale, taking a healthy swallow. He didn't necessarily trust Gisborne, but if he'd wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have waited on the off chance that Robin might ask him for a drink, to poison him. "Poisoning someone isn't your style," he answered when he set it down again. "Takes too much planning." And thought.
He smiled, amused, at Gisborne's comment. "I know you're not completely inept. And any experience is going to make you better than those who have none. And I knew you weren't going to be nice," he added.
He shrugged, picking up his drink again. "I know nothing of what happened with Isabella, but you're right. Despite the endless infighting that seems to go on in this place, we all share a common enemy. And we are only going to survive longer as allies, than as enemies."