You'd think that, wouldn't you? [Molly interprets it that way, because it's Molly and he's a dick and it gives him an excuse to leer instead of just making one up for reasons.

It's tenacity, mostly. If people jeer, he jeers right back. He gets asses in the tent simply by not giving up until people go just to shut him up or to prove he oversold it, and not because his charisma was enticing. Law doesn't need to know that.]

What? These. [Molly moves his coat a bit to show the three swords.] Oh no, that's too flashy for security. Those're for if someone tries to attack us on the road. We left all the bouncing to Yasha- she's big and scary and people really, really don't want to cross her.

[None of which is a lie, so it doesn't catch him off-guard. He still feels a weird prickle in the back of his head like being under a Zone of Truth that says careful, careful.]