"Simple enough." At least, in theory. Anything can still go wrong, but less complexity means fewer places where things can fail. Daemon glances up towards the lip of the pit above them and tries to gauge the distance. The prospect of taking a life doesn't seem to concern him at all. "And the numbers favour us."

There was only a single bucket; somehow, he didn't expect another to show up just because there were two of them here now. Why send more than one man to do the job?

"But you still have doubts."

It's not a question, and he's started to watch John again. Daemon's not exactly sure what he'd picked up on, but it's also not unexpected. He would be more suspicious of the person who took him fully at his word at this point.