In another mood - a better mood - a mood where he wasn't about to betray everyone around him - Byerly would accept that with a smile. Tease him, perhaps. But he is in a foul humor. A nasty humor. And who better to vent your foul humor on than someone who just spent his morning doing a decent, kindly thing?

"Ooh, what a hero," Byerly jeers in return, pursing his lips mockingly. "And how exactly will you do that? Do you have a plan? I'd love to learn at your feet. Tell me all about how you're going to personally keep the people around you alive."