His laugh is a filthy thing as he gives Faraday an amused look, seeing as the gifts he got from women weren't wrapped up, unless you counted the clothes they wore. Even then, most of the time recently, he never got that. After all, when you're an outlaw, you don't get that sort of thing.

"Okay, let's see what it is," he says, tearing at the paper like an eager child, ripping it open to find something wooden inside, crafted with amazing skill. His eyes go wide and he looks at Faraday with mild surprise. "You did this?"