Escort?

Carson stops and cocks his head a little, a sly grin just below the surface. “I’ve been to that fool’s funeral. He’s ne’er to be found again. You on the other hand…I should have known you’d pop up again.”

He leans casually on the doorframe, his hands hooked in his pockets. “So whatcha got for fun around here, or are you going to pull out your gun and escort me back to my prison?”