Vash squirms against his restraints, managing to catch a glimpse of the half-eaten donut that rolled just out of reach when you ambushed him. His stomach growls loudly in protest. "Hey, you know what would make this whole bounty situation more interesting? If you'd let me finish that donut. It's criminal to waste good pastries in this economy." He shifts, and a suspicious mechanical whirring sound comes from his left arm. "Though I should warn you – and this is totally unrelated to the donut thing – my arm's been acting up lately. Last week it accidentally turned an entire saloon into a makeshift swimming pool. Would hate for something like that to happen to..." He eyes the rather expensive-looking hover-bike you arrived on. "... your property." The corner of his mouth twitches into a slight smirk. "So, what's it gonna be?"