I'd say so. But you never know - for some reason, people tend to forget their manners when they're being hunted by abominations. [ but since her weapon's been knocked away and she isn't lunging dramatically for it, he lowers his, letting Bianca rest for a moment. it's been a rough day, and with everything he's been through already, he doesn't have many arrows left to waste. unlike what fiction may lead you to believe, those things aren't infinite. go figure. while his guard isn't down, he sees no need to be threatening. ]

Seeing as I don't really feel like killing anyone either - well, anyone besides monsters trying to eat me - how about we call a truce? The enemy of my enemy is my friend, or maybe some other wise proverb you prefer?

[ he'll even go so far as to step out of the bushes and brush himself off a bit. not much can be done about the dried blood, but hey, he can at least try to look presentable for a young lady. he's got a little class, y'know. ]