*watches you, listening closely, though he is casting a wide net for threats himself—well, for threatening movement, at any rate, where he can't sense intent*
*nods* Mm, on that we are in wholehearted agreement, my lord. To take another's life is a weighty thing, no matter whose life is in question. *dusts his hands together contemplatively* I don't much like guns, either. They've only ever inspired fear, and I find they tend to breed a sort of arrogance, as well.
*eyes you, catching a hint of turmoil* *more softly* There isn't much margin for pity, either. One must be cautious.