[She catches him when he's already out. When he's already out, retracing one of the faint lines drawn about the pavement in a circle. It isn't a huge shocker that she picked up on something. A note, like a flame from his end, hovering over a warehouse that was soaked in gasoline months before.]

[Now, however, he plans to drop it. To drop it and let the whole thing go up, as he laughs in the face of it all.]

Caught that, did you. [His voice is level. Level, calm, and as smooth as it's ever been.] Or was it schatz that tipped you off? [There's no venom in his voice, though. Actually, it's almost fond. A devil's admiration, purring its quiet, sweet nothings.] No point in hiding it, then.

It's time our friend learns just how touchable she really is.