"And what, pray tell, is your idea of celebration," he says coolly, narrowing his eyes at her urges to acquiesce and doing nothing of the sort. He certainly did not exit his building with the intent to do ill-advised damage to his liver, nor does he anticipate this being a particularly wise decision on Asadi's part.

Rush looks at her, arms folding over his chest as he tries and fails to not waver in indecision.

He sighs.

"I suppose I would do well to ensure that the repairs hold," he says grudgingly, like he's actually considering it.