So that's your tactic, huh? You don't want me around so you begin to threaten me? [There's no visible distress to him when Mithos speaks, but there is tension that he doesn't bother to hide much. His shoulders are tense and his arms rigid at his sides, hands balled into fists as he becomes more acutely aware of the earth beneath him than he had been before. If the other would go through with his threat, it would be his ally in defending him.]

What you said to me, it's not new. [He had heard the same threat from another who had not only similar ideas to what Mithos had shared the last time they spoke, but a similar enough appearance as well. Perhaps that was why he stood his ground rather than walk away now.]