[The marquis isn't bothered by the lack of response. Well - mildly bothered. Or maybe bothered isn't the word at all. His resolve is minutely strengthened, and he goes back to work.]

[When he receives a message back, he responds immediately, still voice, still sedate and calm, though there's the hint of a smile about his words now.]

Yes. Well.

My home is a place of anarchy, as I've mentioned. No rules but the one, alliances but no rules. No police force. But when the rule is broken, the city falls as one organism onto the person or thing that's broken truce, that's made things unsafe, and -

[He wants to say crushes it.]

Removes the threat.