Ford had thought his terms were relatively easy ones; he just wanted to lose this clawing feeling that Darrow might be about to hurt him at any moment. That was why he'd started walking in Darrow's direction. His agreement was a foregone conclusion in Ford's mind, now that he'd announced he wasn't going to stop him. The refusal to put his wand away stopped Ford in his tracks, however, and he tightened his grip on his own wand. He still didn't know exactly where Darrow was, nor what he would do if the two suddenly stumbled upon each other.

"I'm not going to help you steal things," Ford replied, voice sounding far calmer than he felt. "I'm certainly not going to do it at wandpoint."

Should he have said that last bit? He definitely didn't want to do anything by wandpoint, but maybe it was unwise to suggest he wouldn't. It might him desperate, and Ford wasn't sure he wanted to see what Darrow was capable of when he was desperate.