Vegas reached for his gun the instant he realized Chasin was going to get himself free. He wasn't alone, per se, his goons were just outside the door. But a lot could happen in the six feet between him and that door. BUt when his 'captive' made no effort to actually move from where he was, Vegas relaxed by degrees.

Could he really just have some proposition?

Vegas' eyes narrowed slightly. Someone in his family with a bounty? It had to be an immediate family member since this guy arranged to get caught by Vegas. If it wasn't him... It couldn't be Macau, so it must be Gun. A flicker of conflict sparked in him. He should have some loyalty to Gun, if not as a subordinate, then as a son. And yet, he found himself thinking if Gun wanted his loyalty, maybe he should've been a little better to Vegas for all these years.

Vegas leaned against the cabinet behind him, folding his hands in front of him as a sign of truce. "I'm listening."