"Huh? What is this- some kinda accessory?" he looks at you as you hand him a flower crown made for him. The stems of the flowers wrapped and wound around together into a shape big enough to put around the brim of his hat, the white petals surrounding it smelled sweet and leafy. "You musta' mistaken me for one o' the ladies" he grunted, pushing it back to you and leaning against the tree he was smoking by. The outlaws blue eyes fixed on your facial expression, the smoke trailing from the cigar.