Not in the least. They'd be meat on a hoof.

[He shrugs, not seeming offended or insulted. In the end he goes for:]

Good. If we were having to deal with something like that-especially something that needed or wanted to eat even one groundlings a day, as you call them-they'd have no chance.

I dunno what fraction you're from, but I don't care. I say we should enter into an agreement.