[The Bull considers him. He's quiet a moment. When he speaks his tone is a little more blunt, following the other guy's lead in putting at least some of his cards on the table.]

Look - if some weird guy came up to your camp, wearing weird clothes and talking about weird crap, would you let him in range of your men right away just because he asked nicely or would you try to figure out what was going on first? Let's make a little deal: you tell me what you're here for, and I'll see how big a bone I have on me to throw you.

[From the bushes behind the Bull and to one side, there's a quiet little snorting noise. The Bull makes a mental note to lecture the Charger who made the noise, later. Just because the Bull lets himself make dumb - completely solemn sounding, and dumb - innuendo at inappropriate moments doesn't mean someone who's supposed to be hiding needs to react to it.]