Twisting inside of him, down in his core where Gustave can try to ignore it, an anger festered that threatened to consume him. It lingered as simmering embers and never fully extinguished because it was a righteous rage that fanned them, just enough to keep it alive but never enough to turn it into a blaze. But it was there because they had lost enough, Gustave had lost enough, but he was just numb enough that the flames wouldn't catch like he was made of damp wood.

Gustave doesn't know how to harness that anger or the type of man it would turn him into, and he's more than a little afraid to find out though something tells him that he will sooner rather than later. He just hums nervously, nodding his head, but he doesn't move even as he's released, standing firm, intrigued and terrified and maybe a dozen other things all at once.

"It uh, yeah. It satisfies," he echoes. "I'll keep the peace." He has to, and he'll do whatever it takes to ensure it. "Who do I ask for when the time comes?" Because he didn't get her name, he's sure of it.