“The devil just shows the carrot, it’s up to the person to step off the ledge reaching for it,” Kaz replies primly about it being his fault, clearly not at all perturbed by it. “Or in this case, it’s more likely to be a glass of whiskey than it is a carrot.” He also agrees that some rewards are worth the inherent risk, and that annoying people can indeed be one of those rewards.

He gives a nod at Adonis when told that they can sit for a spell. Moving towards one of the stools set around the island, Kaz settles into one of the seats. He hooks his ankle on the bottom rung of the stool next to him, to ease the pressure on his leg from sitting with it bent. “Very well. Just let me know when we need to start working again.” Out of habit he takes out his phone to check in back home and ensure it’s all running smoothly. He’s certain it is, but of course he has to check.