Whether or not he comes to regret it, it's Starkiller's decision. As someone who's spent so much time mindlessly killing, being able to choose who lives or who dies is a feeling he's going to relish in. Someone else can pick Hans off later. The man may have thrown a pastry at him, but he's hardly committed a crime worth dying over.

Besides, he's fearful and friendly, someone is bound to consider him a target. Starkiller's been painted as a target for plenty of things, it seems only natural Hans will be targeted too.

"They're mocking us," he says, irritation clear in his tone as his lips curl up in disgust. "It isn't enough to make us play this game, they want to make us look like fools in the process. It's the tactic of cowards." He isn't paying much attention to Hans' movements at this point and he takes a long moment to breathe, keeping his temper in check. Without the influence of the dark side, it's surprisingly easy to let anger go. He isn't used to such... clarity and ease of controlling his emotions.

He gives a curt nod. "Good. No sense in starving to death, at any rate." He moves over to look around, before spotting some untouched pastries. He moves over to them and picks one of them up. He'd never had proper food before coming here, so this is... rather foreign to him. "What are they, exactly?"