He scoffed, lip curling into something almost derisive, although the look in his eyes was more amused than irritated. The threat didn't register as more than posturing, so he raised his chin in defiance. 'Slave' was a title imposed by others, and George wasn't about to take it lying down, he had too much pride for that. The kid was somebody else's prince, not his. As the kid approached he didn't back down, only stood his ground. Kept his clothes on, trousers and loose-fitting shirt and all.

"You try to have me killed, you're only gonna lose 'em. Plus, you wanted to have me killed you wouldn't have put in so much effort getting me here."

Empty threat only further proved by the next words out of the kid's mouth, which only earned him another scoff.

"And why's that."