Tarn stares down at Sixshot for a moment, dumfounded before a devilish grin splits his lips.

"Oh, please, Sixshot. Do you really think I can't handle it?" he chuckles lowly, reaching down to tilt his chin up to better look the Phase Sixer in the optics.

"I want everything you have to offer. And I will be very disappointed if I find you are holding back."