“Pharma!” He snaps, patience being tested. He takes a few steps forward, glaring down at the medic. His fists clench at his sides as he squares his shoulders. “Surely you’re not trying to hide something from me. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how monumentally bad of an idea that would be.”

His voice twists closer, solidifying a solid grip around Pharma's spark.

“Now, then. Will you be a gracious host? Or will I have to press the matter further."