[ R looks at him in complete disbelief. The amusement is gone, and replaced by a furious, half-open mouth fighting to find the right words. ]

You arrogant bastard.

[ That'll do. He huffs and helplessly raises his hands, narrowing his eyes at the other man and causing the two behind him to step toward him. ]

Do you want to be killed? Do you think that will help sell your point? It's not like it's the army or big brother are going to shoot you down, guns blazing, leaving you for an example. You're not going to die a martyr. You'll be shot by a random mercenary, or poisoned by a passerby; don't be fucking daft. The most you'll get is conspiracy theories about who arranged it.