He puts a hand on his shoulder, finally drinking his coffee. "Don't touch a hair on his fucking head or I will raze this goddamn city to embers snd ruin every plan you've ever made."

Threat delivered, he slides that hand down his chest, unconcerned with propriety at the moment. What does it matter? His head is still spinning from that kiss.

"I demolished the lab down the way," he mutters. "If you couldn't figure that out." He'd be disappointed in him if that had been a detail he missed, but he still likes saying it.

"I - gathered up all my resources and have some stockpiles in the usual places. I was working on taking them down."