Rafe was left in anxiety, his hand gripped onto his sword as he watched you aim your gun at him. A clear advantage between the two of you, but Rafe was too prideful. And the anxiety gave him a rush.

"Oh, oh, darlin'.." He chuckled, clicking his tongue.

"Is Nate that worth it? He give a good fuck for ya'..?" He teased, his hands trembling as he motions his sword towards you. He's trying to get into your head.

"He doesn't know the first thing 'bout romance. I could show ya' how a real man acts. Without any of the bullshit bravado medals."