Not as tragic as Mikey not being there to witness it. "I see," he said gravely. And then, a little more seriously: "Honestly, I do. It's probably a really uncomfortable situation for you both. But if he had you at his mercy and didn't use so much as a jelly legs jinx, I'd say the danger of violence to your person is probably minimal."
That being said - "Of course he could just be attempting to lull you into a false sense of security." Mikey shifted in his chair with a sleepy yawn, searching out a comfier position. "By the end of the week he'll have lured you down to the lake where he'll leave you bound and gagged for the squid. We'll realise you're gone and come rushing down to find you, but all that will be left by the time we get there is one lone cowboy boot, floating lonely as a little leather cloud in the shallows." He sniffed a little, reaching for Adam's hand to pat it reassuringly. "But hey, eaten by a squid will look pretty cool on your gravestone, right?"