"You just said I got to live. What do you think you're doing right now?" He leans back and forces his anger down. It isn't going to help anything. "You seem pretty alive and capable of choosing what you do next to me."

So long as they don't go back to the subject of his absent mother, who may or may not be alive to ask what and why, he'll be fine. Keith pops his shoulder. "So. What do you want to do next?"