The thanks only gets a wide grin, sarcastic as it is.

"People have died. But not because I was bored. They died because that's what Winter does. It takes life. It puts the living through a trial. Admittedly, it doesn't care much whether people die of starvation, the cold, or slipping the wrong way. Sometimes it's by my hand, sometimes it's not." He pauses and signals for another drink. "But if you're asking if I've killed for Winter, the answer is yes. Many, many lives. Many, many times."