[ Carver gives Sam a narrow look. He deliberately ignores the food; it doesn't matter. It's a bribe.

He unholsters his pistol. He doesn't aim it but he has it in hand. An obvious, unsubtle warning. ]

I got no sense of humor today. And I'm tired of your bleeding heart bullshit. I liked you for a minute back there and that's the only reason your brains aren't splattered all over the fire. But I don't like you that much.