Half of Firo's mouth quirks up in a self-deprecating smile. "If you're even thinkin' of trusting me, you're not as smart as people've said you are."

But now that he's gotten his quip in, he realizes that he has to respond to the real thrust of Nick's words: what do they do now? Firo's been in plenty of fights, both with other thugs and with the law. Theoretically, he knows how this is supposed to go, because there's only one way it can go. A fight. He has no experience being asked what they should do.

He hesitates, uncertain, "We have to fight now, don't we?"