"Daisu...ke... hold. Do...not-"

[i]"I will handle this. Boss."[/i] Daisuke shifted to fully face the enraged man who had come into the clearing, revolver half-raised now that Demidova had calmed him... but lowered not a hair more. In his current state, Souma's orders meant little compared to actually keeping him alive. He didn't want this man dead? As long as he didn't raise his weapon again, or impede their escape, that wouldn't be a problem. If he did? Daisuke wouldn't hesitate, and would accept the consequences of Souma's anger when he had recovered.

To see him recovered, would make any disobedience worth it. 

"Culprits." Daisuke took his free hand from Souma's arm briefly, jutting it out to point at the cooling corpses nearby, eyes never breaking away from the blood spattered man before him. He held that position for a moment, then two, every motion slow, deliberate, cautious.

"Not with them? Then leave." Finally, he lowered his hand, pointing it instead at the injured Demidova before him. "Take yours, leave. I take mine, leave. No death."

Once more, he lowered his hand, moving it to pressure his Boss' arm yet again. His eyes, however, never wavered. If anything, they grew colder, glare bearing down on the other man, waiting for his decision. It didn't matter, right now, that there were more of the Demidova family about than just the Lady. It didn't matter, right now, what that implied, the danger it meant for Souma. There was danger enough, right now, without the Russian spies.

And they, at least, were a danger that could be dealt with another day.

"Agree, no death. Disagree... She's first." Souma twitched at the words, but Daisuke ignored any protest from his Boss. [i]His[/i] life was the important one here, no matter what he said or thought... and his Fist would make sure everyone in the clearing knew that.

"Understood?"