Relaax, just a joke. Nothing more villainous than destroying public property.
[Something about seeing Valmont continue to burn things like that gets the urge to smoke going, so in the pause that follows the man reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket to get a cigar and a lighter, sticking it between his teeth before lifting a hand and cupping it around the flame of the lighter to get it lit.
While all that is taking place, he talks around the cigar in his mouth, his gaze shifting from the cigar, to the burning buildings, to Valmont, and back again.]
To whom do I owe the pleasure of this ballistic display, by the way?
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[Something about seeing Valmont continue to burn things like that gets the urge to smoke going, so in the pause that follows the man reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket to get a cigar and a lighter, sticking it between his teeth before lifting a hand and cupping it around the flame of the lighter to get it lit.
While all that is taking place, he talks around the cigar in his mouth, his gaze shifting from the cigar, to the burning buildings, to Valmont, and back again.]
To whom do I owe the pleasure of this ballistic display, by the way?