"... Like this?"

He wraps his pinkie around hers, hand callused and roughened from his years of handling the sword and crossbow.

"Well. I swear I won't kill your friends," he starts awkwardly,"And, uh - I'll give the sword back. Like I said."

This was goofy as hell from his perspective, but if it got a weapon on him... He leans his head in all four cardinal directions, remembering which way the sun set. He waits for some kind of confirmation from Vena before releasing her finger.