Ace hesitates for the barest moment before shaking it. Callus rubs on callus and his grasp is firm, strong, offering her silent respect. He can't quite shake the feeling that she's the one running this conversation in every way, like she's seen the outcome already and now she's just toying with him, but there's nothing he can do but go along with her if he wants the job.

Her question catches him a little off-guard. He squints at her for a moment before casting a quick look around, rocks back on his heels and chews his words over in his mouth before he finally speaks.

"They say you only kiss the men you kill." He's watching her from under lowered eyelashes. Never been one to speak in riddles or dance around the truth but somehow he can't bring himself to say the name splashed over the wanted posters out loud. "I reckon if they," a bird-quick jerk of the head towards the saloon, "knew that, they wouldn't be so quick t'look at you the way they did."

He keeps watching her, trying to gauge her reaction.