[There was a day when Spock would have protested. He is a pacifist, through and through, but Vulcan were a warrior race, once, and the anger and pain from Jim's death is still there, swirling viciously, in a whirlpool. The water there is never truly calm, only waiting for an outlet. He promised Jim he wouldn't engage with Khan by himself. He promised nothing of requesting assistance from the crew of Voyager. They too are aware of the threat, perhaps in a less visceral way, but they are aware nonetheless.]

[So he nods, as acknowledgement, and drops the subject.]

The "curses" here are a frequent occurrence, and to my knowledge, that one has... some popularity with the being or beings who inflict them.