Oh is that what it does? [If anything he's more interested in Byerly's own weapon now, though he won't ask for it to be wasted on his account.] I don't mind so much about trees, but I'd be more comfortable knowing I wasn't making holes in anybody. It's so messy.

[He's seen the aftermath of a shooting, and while that's kind of a joke, it kind of isn't. It's just not a thing he can imagine inflicting by choice.

Though, maybe there are times when choice isn't quite the word.

Blowing the air out of his lungs in one quick rush, he holds out a hand.]

But as long as it's only trees.