[Why are rich people so weird. Taako can't imagine people just being so-- receptive about the whole thing. He might be nice, but what if the guards aren't?

He decides to split the middle.]

Don't you have like-- a symbol, or a patch or somethin' you could give to prove I'm tellin' the truth? Like a ring or-- anythin'.

[Then he still gets something today, and maybe more later, without needing to necessarily bank on his continued kindness.]