"But," Haley interrupted him. "I want a guarantee that you aren't going to use those things on me. You say no, I'll turn myself in right now and explain to Ryker that Vasper brought the prey in on his own," she threatened.
Dyrus stopped suddenly, he frowned a bit, as he was taking off guard by Haley's veiled threat. He looked to the tips of his fingers and wiggled them in thought. He then shrugged and admitted freely, "I had no intention of using them on you. But if reassurances is what you need. Agreed! I, Dyrus, do solemnly guarantee you'll not be harmed by these things on the end of my fingers. Good enough for you?"

