He could repeat that he is not very interested in God, but Harold has effectively already said that, so there's no need to repeat it. He straightens, his injured spine ramrod tense with the effort, and meets his eyes steadily.

"That you have killed in the past doesn't mean you will in the future, Mr. Bossie. What is it that you intend to do now?"

It doesn't necessarily demand an answer, but it's open to one, genuinely curious. Asking for his opinion and his decisions independent of anything else.