Ransom eyes the man in return, if a bit more sidelong, while he frowns. The expression has an inward bent, but he's happy to turn it outward if the situation calls for it.

"You're pardoned," he says dryly, dismissively. Which should be the end of it, but then he adds, "Aren't you a bit old for that? Looking at you is making me think of my father in a collar."

Honesty doesn't make him any less of an asshole.