Maybe that was what it would take for Negan to do something about it. Maybe it would take Rick almost killing a guy for him to set new rules about what could and couldn't be done to him. Or maybe, far more likely, Negan would find his own way around the rules.

He watched Rick redress, wordlessly, and pulled the knife out of the table, cleaning it on his pantleg and then folding it back up. Only when the blade was back in his pocket, and Rick was eating, did he voice his thoughts.

"There's one way I can make them leave you alone. One sure fire way. But you don't want to hear it."

He was going to leave Rick to decide for himself what that meant, whether he should ask, or wait for Rick to finish speaking, because at the end of the day, Negan would probably tell him anyway. A solution was a solution, but he wanted to keep the other man on the edge of his seat with it.

Mostly because it was more fun that way.

Negan stood back up, left Rick with the meat, and made his way up and down the camping car, checking out the windows, then pulling the curtains closed. For a moment, the vehicle rocked on its suspension, but it held. They wouldn't have been driving the damn thing around if the dead could breach the door and walls. Sooner or later, they'd move on, seek out easier prey.

Light still shone down from above, as Negan settled back down in the seat opposite Rick, but it was notably darker even so. Mood lighting.

"Feeling any better?"