Tarn just stares at Brainstorm as he stumbles over his own words. Arms crossed, he waits for him to finish making a fool of himself.

"Are you quite done?"

The terror written so plainly across Brainstorm's face bolsters Tarn's confidence ever so slightly. At least his reputation is still at least somewhat intact. But, as amusing as his fear is in theory, it is quite in the way at the moment. Tarn wants that gun, and the sooner he can get Brainstorm to agree and begin, the better.

"Regardless of what you were, you still had carnal relations with him. It isn't much of an excuse." He clears the creeping static from his voice before continuing. "Now, do we have an agreement?"