[ He stews over that perfectly, unfuriatingly responable response for a long moment, his gaze listlessly sliding from Kim, over to the guards, then out into the darkness of the woods.

And even when he eventually retorts -- ]

... they've bothered feeding us and dragging us all the way out here. Don't think they'd risk doing anything too severe. If anyone dies, that's all the time and energy they spent wrangling'em down the drain.

[ -- his anger's flagging hard, his voice lower and wearier. Because even he can imagine plenty of ways those guards can probably cause misery without actively killing any of them. ]