"Your going to talk, on the ground, exactly where you are. Again, you aren't in the room for negotiating. I've got no reason to kill you, but your pissing me off and wasting my time.
Talk. Get released. Go away. Alternatively: Be stubborn and insist on release like you actually call the shots, suffocate slowly in the hot sun."
With a growing headache from these annoyances, Memsie wanted to be done with this situation. He didn't care if these two rats lived or died right now, he just needed the information and was done being told to jump through hoops to get it. I've got the elements at my fingers, and can bend time and space, treat me as such.