With an perturbed huff, Tarn stops pulling on Brainstorm’s leg.

“Yes, of course. That would be a waste of perfectly good talent; especially talent that is ready and willing to help. And the term is murdering, Spinister, not murderizing.”

Easing his grip slightly in a show of good faith, Tarn cocks his head

“Your gifted lover, here, had just agreed to build me a gun. With that cannibalistic beastformer on the prowl, I though a bit of protection might be in order, wouldn’t you agree?"