[So this isn't the first place? Not very surprising. He listens in, and while he's interested, the meaning of the story doesn't escape him.]

[He finishes off the drink he ordered, slides the glass towards her.]

While I do wanna hear more about these other dimensions [because so far he's only been able to access two] and it's mighty sweet of you to try and explain why you wouldn't trust me, I never expected you to. I brought you a present to prove my worth. Worth ain't trust. Trust costs a lot more.

[There's a reason that he calls his gun 'trust', and uses the word in almost a joking manner sometimes. Because, really, no one ever trusts him. Nor can he fault them for it. He got in the habit of lying about who and what he was a long, long time ago. Often not for ill-intent, just out of self-preservation, or the desire to live normally. But, still, it is a nasty habit to get into.]

When we're alone I'll show ya. I'm a shy fella.