Aye and eye — it earns a snort from him, unbidden. The closest he's come to a proper laugh since he arrived, probably. Gods damn it, he's right, and it's bloody absurd. He'll not dignify it with a written response, thanks very much, but if Wrench happens to be looking he'll catch the amusement — and only a slight temptation to elbow the fucker in the head.

Anyway, he's more concerned with the second part of this conversation — no guns. He figured as much, which leads him to his actual point:

THEN I SUPPOSE YOU'LL HAVE TO LEARN TO USE THAT SWORD AFTER ALL. IF YOU'RE GONNA STICK AROUND YOU MAY AS WELL BE USEFUL.

No fast and effective explosive lead from a safe, happy distance for you. The Gods aren't even worth commenting on. They've never done a bloody thing for Sandor before, why would they start now?