"No? You're old and skulking about. Seems like a pirate to me," Rufio snorted. There was definitely something odd about him. Something Rufio wasn't familiar with, but not in quite as deep away as the other man. It was more.... something off about this one's physical self.
Rufio nearly pulled his sword again. "Why would you want to get me anything?" he demanded. "What do you want from me?" There were always strings, especially when the adult said there were none.