"I know the status of the prices on our heads," Corliss says shortly. Then he smirks, watching Keshin enjoy his lemonade. "I thought you weren't going to try to kill us, in a place like this?"
<Jesus, Cor, don't push 'er buttons, mate,> Mike snaps, fighting for control of his hand so he can go for the butt of the Dracon in his coat. Corliss relinquishes and lets his singed hand move a bit closer to the concealed weapon.
Just in case.