Killing isn't part of his repertoire. That's for better or lesser or simply different men. He has the experience of gore and carnage from a leisurely perspective. Direct murder won't suit him, neither his temperament nor his appetite for precision. He can perform it, in the way even a dog can land on his hind legs.

"You kill them," he throws back, but accepts the spear in the good spirit of pointing a sharp-ended thing at an incoming projectile and praying in which he thinks it is intended. No point in wasting good will. Still, they have a... conundrum looming long and large in their proximity.

"There's something I can do for us. But it will draw their eyes."