*has only enough time to register (a) who you are and (b) what you've said before he stops his feet moving so abruptly that he has to stop the rest of him from swaying forward* *most certainly does not take another step (you're a Fucking Fëanorian and there's no telling what Fucking Fëanorians might do)*
*but it's okay, because his own gun is already pointed straight at your head*
*snarls* Drop it, kinslayer. Or you're a dead man. *kindly leaves out the detail that you've assured your status as a dead man no matter what you do!*