It's a relief, when Magpie draws away, and Falcon relaxes despite himself. Part of him is angry, craves more affection, but- this allows him to think. He feels better, he thinks.

For multiple reasons. A small smile makes its way onto his face- before he lets out a sharp laugh.

"That would've put a damper on things, now wouldn't it?," he hums, vaguely amused. "I probably would've killed you as well, for that."

The words are sharp, but the tone is light. What's a few jokes about murder between- well, friends?