Rufio blinked, then made a face. What? The only people he looked out for were the other Lost Boys, and they weren't here. But as quickly as he reacted he felt the need to agree.
The urge to do ask she asked was just overwhelming, the need to please her, and he turned, looking over the woods again. "Is that why you don't have any real trees then?" he finally managed, before his will crumbled and he nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Anything to get rid of the stupid rock everywhere." He stuck out his hand, about to spit in it and offer a pact when a tiny voice remembered Peter warning against such behavior. Girls didn't like it, for some reason.
Uneasily, and almost without his own consent, he offered the dry hand. "I give you my word, as the Pan. Nobody will touch your trees without meeting my blade."