[Jim huffed and released the child, immediately standing and taking a single step back with a mutter that was likely an insult. He eyed the red ring around the boy's throat with a grin and slipped his hands into his pockets.]

If you're lucky that will leave a nice little bruise to remember me by. A souvenir to show off to your guardian. He'll notice, I'm sure... but will he even care? He could be awake already, knowing you're gone but doing nothing about it. That Mr. Holmes is a cold one, isn't he?

[Jim paced a circle in the small room, not even looking at Conan anymore. The amusement was fading from his eyes and boredom was rapidly settling in. Should he return the child, keep him to possibly torment Holmes, or just kill him outright. He had, after all, seen Jim's face.]