[Vulpes is used to being feared and respected... no one would have had the guts to grab him that way or make such threats. Not counting Boone, of course. Very displeased with this development, he presses the jagged ends of the broken bottle lightly against Miguel's abdomen.]

You should let go.

[He isn't unaware that this broken bit of bottle is currently his only weapon, and that this profligate has a size advantage. Still, he isn't about to back away like a coward.]