Refuse to be intimidated

You steady yourself and steel your eyes, refusing to be affected by his carelessness, "Victor Rousseau," you say, half growling "For your crimes against the brotherhood and our creed, you are sentenced to death."

Victor rolls his eyes and sighs, "I guess we were," You tense as Victor reaches into his coat, but he chuckles again "Boy, if I wanted you dead, you would be dead."

"It'd certainly save you a lot of trouble" you remark.

"True, but I'm all for trouble" He says back "And the consequences of said trouble."