Renly can't help but look a little smug over that, standing there with the chair leg in his hands like it's some great shining sword. He at least got Stannis's attention, and the man seems almost stunned that he's physically here and able to do such a thing. It feels a little like victory, if a small one.

"I did no such thing. I am very much alive. It is you who will die on the morrow, if you do not accept my terms." But then he glances out the window of the cabin at the snowy wasteland, and pauses, looking unhappy.

"Well, perhaps not on the morrow. This certainly does alter plans a little..."