Terrible, maybe, but the protective, possessive part of him is more than pleased to see the fear there. The stillness, the knowledge that she fucked up - no one pushes his rabbit.
That she's afraid of what he could do? It escapes him entirely, because for now, she's a citizen. To truly act out against a citizen... it's unspeakable.
That answer... actually does the job. At least, it shuts him up and saps the rage right out of him, only to be replaced with an odd combination of pity, irritation, and embarrassment.

He stops staring at his rabbit, looks up and replies to her with something he accepted centuries ago.

"It's the same - on Earth." Rome would give him up to Germania, HRE to France, then Franks, then Austria, Austria to Spain. Napoleon to Louis. He's done the same. It's how the world works. "If ya die, someone takes your spot."

And that actually is flippant. The Earth is round, the grass is green, and if you die someone else will take your place.