[ Riku steps into Quentin's space, he brings up his own lantern in one brisk swing until it occupies the space between their faces. It completely obliterates the view of his own expression, not that Riku was giving him much to work with, so there's nothing to read but the sound of his voice.

And it sounds stern, not angry. ]

Too easy.

Get it together, Quentin. This is your life I'm holding. Lucky for you, I'm not interested in having a pet magician.

[ As he speaks, there's movement. Riku's other hand pats at the man's hip, searching, finally finding a belt loop of his and giving it a sharp tug to test how secure it is. If it'll serve for the use he'll have for it. Swinging the lantern back down, he pulls apart the ring that serves as a handle just enough to slide it through his belt loop. ]

If you can find a carabiner, use that. I found one at the general store, with the ropes.