[archer looks down at the selection of knives behind the counter that he's meant to take out for special customers.]

There's nothing here. Just a bunch of aspics. [he leans forward to watch what she's doing, genuinely interested in what weaponry she'll go for.] Uhhh, making money? Investing in a career? Definitely not using this new position to, you know, stuff my house full of armaments. They trust me not to do that and I...

[he clenches his fist in front of his chest, single tear falling.]

...Am an American man you can trust.