"Alright, well maybe I got it wrong." He admitted with a laugh of his own, holding up apologetic hands. "Just wanted to find a way to thank you for the meal. Maybe I'll go out and find some treasure and bring it back, hey?" There was a confidence in this quesstion as if it was simply a given he would get treasure anywhere he went.
Pushing his chair back, Adam stood and stretched his arms, his long form becoming even taller for a moment (his shirt lifting to show his hips) then he reached down to clip his guns back onto his belt. "Well, I should prolly be going...you got lotsa things to be doing, I'm sure. But I might come back sometime, yeah? This was real nice."
It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making