[ Lancer's good at finding buttons and pressing them, though to be fair—it'd been like shooting fish in a barrel here. Still, there's a measure of something more reasonable underneath, a glimmer of it showing in his response. He claps off the soot from his palms, regarding Sabo curiously.
Soon enough, he points a thumb to the pipe with a wry smile. ]
You willing to use that on me for it? Because I gotta say, I don't think that's gonna end well for you.
[ But Lancer doesn't make a threatening move, crossing his arms lightly. It's a genuine question. ]
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Soon enough, he points a thumb to the pipe with a wry smile. ]
You willing to use that on me for it? Because I gotta say, I don't think that's gonna end well for you.
[ But Lancer doesn't make a threatening move, crossing his arms lightly. It's a genuine question. ]