[ 'I can see when I'm not wanted.' Like he's the victim—he knows Bazz probably thinks he is—like he, Jugram, is just cold and unfeeling, with no valid reasons to want him to go.

Yes, he almost says to the question, but the words don't make it to his lips. For a moment, nothing does, silence hanging in the air between them. Illogically, as though this man didn't betray His Majesty and try to kill him, his chest aches, deep and prolonged. ]

...Probably. This place isn't very densely populated.

[ Jugram glances down with a flicker of long blond eyelashes. ]

You can't expect to fight everything here. Most of the things here will crush someone with your level of abilities.

[ A more direct way of making sure his bravado doesn't kill him after a millennium of the same. ]