He'd climbed up here to re-familiarize himself with the layout of the town, and because he was looking for a certain blond-psychopathic-murdering-bastard of a vampire. He heard footsteps approaching, but he didn't back away, or even really look around. Instead he waited until they stopped beside him and turned his head. "Nice gun." He half-smiled when he said it. He hadn't looked for the holster. It was there. "Use it on me and your balls are still mine, pretty boy."