[ Xenk narrows his eyes, judging a little bit. He knows most rogues don't care for laws, but don't just like, say that to his face, it's hard to hear. Jarlaxle manages to undo any animosity with the words that follow though, so good job on the smooth play there, my guy. ]

I am. The lives I have saved and the people I have helped have given me a greater purpose than I could ever have asked for.

[ Sometimes he even helps roguish types, so he won't completely write off Jarlaxle, even though he fears that some of these items may have been obtained through improper means. Jarlaxle was honest about the items themselves, and he did return those weapons he stole. He gets a pass.

Xenk holds out his hand to shake—in gratitude and in comraderie. Or perhaps to shake on this deal that isn't a deal. ]

I will trust that you won't.

[ That's a promise. It also means that if Jarlaxle doesn't, then he'll break his trust. So really, it's something of an investment. ]

It was no hardship for me to aid you thus. You owe me nothing.