[ he chews thoughtfully on the end of his cigarette, pulling it from between his lips and blowing out a smoke ring. ]

Depends.

Guys like that flea are scared easy. Death, illness, injury, all of those things are enough to make them wet their pants. If I kill him once, maybe, he'll just slink off to some corner and stay the hell away from my city and my people. [ innnhale. cigarette's all gone. ] if not...

[ he drops it and crushes it under his foot, straightening up. ] If not then he's easy enough to get rid of again with that penalty. I'd kill him and kill him and kill him even if he didn't die!