Daryl cringes, just slightly, but it's there. He's trying, in his own way, not to give too much away; the Count already knows too much. But he's not made of stone, never has been. He's quiet, sure, but emotions always rise quick to the surface. Stupid habit.

"Ain't my girl," Daryl says. But he puts his hand out for a shake all the same. This man may be special on his planet, but as far as Daryl's concerned, he's got to seal deals just like everybody else. They'll shake on it. "Ain't nobody's but her own."