"Are you going to kill me? Because that's the only reason I wouldn't return home if I so choose and if you kill me how long do you think the rest of them are going to stick around, once they realize you're attempting to strip them of their autonomy? You apparently have some need for them, so I would suggest working with us, instead of threatening us all the time. Because eventually we're going to get tired of your shit." Gwen advised him.
"And as for this threat, why can't you take care of it Mr. High and Mighty?" Gwen asked him with a raised eyebrow.