[He side-eyes it with open disdain before huffing into his drink]

Hardly. If those fucking pigs actually tried to execute me I would have taken a few with me.

[he glares into his drink. He had wanted to fight. To yell and hit and bite. But... something about their accusation this time hit something deep and raw in him.

'Thank god I never ate any of the food you've been giving me.']

Why were you so sure I didn't poison her?