Amon smiled wryly at Wally he'd dealt with this type of response before. Overly certain, determined and a little too cocky for his own good. He'd doubted that the threats would've worked but it was always worth a try. As for his comments regarding the sword Amon was glad he'd kept his powers quiet, if the man tried anything he'd just lock up his muscles without a second thought. Better that he have to deal with the ire of the populace than trying to reknit his throat with his powers.

'I've no doubt you've faced worse thief' said Amon smiling, 'But if you think a sword is all I've got up my sleeve then you're a lot less perceptive than the rest of those who would ply your trade. Molly is right I will gladly run you through if that's what's required of me.'

'Molly, Lady Amalthea' Amon said addressing them, 'Could one of you fetch some guards to see this man locked away? Have the guards take every precaution and whatever happens let me walk him to the cell alongside the guards. But before you go, Lady Amalthea what has happened to you?'