"Heh. Don't count yourself out, Your Highness." Roland responds, but with the same authenticity despite the nature of the joke. Inigo's a prince, y'know?

Roland stabs the rat tail with the tip of his sword and doesn't bother to hold it with his hands. The sword remains out of the Arms just like this, like wielding a torch. He throws Inigo a knowing look, eyebrow quirked up.

"Maybe. But I'm not going back down here for proof, if that's what they ask for." And they could triple the gold at that, he still won't budge. Nor would he recommend Inigo to do the same, seeing how he reacted to the smallest one of the bunch. God forbid a giant blighted cockroach was their next target...

Roland holds back a shudder.