Alec scowled at him. It'd been clear enough that he wasn't going to fucking do anything in the saloon; he could barely hold the thing right, and not actually use it with any force but whatever adrenalin might be flowing if he was in danger.
"For now anyway," Alec muttered. Evidently, St. Vier remained unaffected by any of it. He shrugged. "Maybe that would have been a good way to die after all."