[ A single snicker in reply- and then R laughs, unexpectedly. The ferocity and even more so, the arrogance has him paralyzed for a long second in mirth. He grins and shakes his head, raising his eyebrows and trying to pull his disbelief back in to have a semblance of gravity. ]

A threat? Monsieur. I don't think-

[ There's a very quick eye movement while he reconsiders the admission he was about to make. Air quotes accompany to emphasize the next bit. ]

The only threat is that someone is trying to have you killed, and that's not me "threatening" you. No one is "threatening" anything; this isn't blackmail, or coercion, or a joke.