He lets out a soft huff, a sound just barely on the edge of a laugh. It's a wonderfully dramatic little statement, but she hasn't actually thought it through, and she doesn't want to either. Which is fine by him. He doesn't care about winning her over, and he certainly doesn't care if she's hurt by the consequences she's ignoring. Plus he's sure the humans will be happy to help her lick her wounds, since they like obedient dogs best of all.

"Then feel free to wait around for an opportunity to kill me." Siffleur smirks ever so slightly at her before he goes back to scanning the promenade, content to sit here for hours if he must.