You think I can't trust you? [He lets the bait float out, wondering if Wolfwood might rise to the occasion. He doesn't mind that he's being lied to, not about this. Wolfwood has to have a reason. Despite everything, Vash knows himself to be a good judge of character — or at least wants to believe as much. And with that judgement, he's determined that Nicholas D. Wolfwood is a good man. He might be playing with a shit hand, but the man behind it was good.

But he can't imagine the burden that must rest on Wolfwood's shoulders. If telling the truth might ease that, then Vash wants to see it.] You saved my life. Seems plenty trust worthy to me.

[He glances toward Wolfwood's hands and gives a lackadaisical shrug. He doesn't love the smoking, but he won't be throwing him out over it. The alternative is sending him away, and Vash doesn't want to do that yet. Not when they're having this particular conversation.]

Sure. Just don't burn anything. They'll blame it on me, you know! And I don't want to pay damages!