He rolled his eyes, and gave a negligent flap of one hand. "Details, details. After all, you can't make an omelet without incinerating at least one life form. And most decent recipes required murdering three or four."<br/><br/>Once she came back, he nodded. "Good, then I can use the information you gave me about the claymores to use them as both traps AND as decoys. Also, you are looking lovely in deep blue today."<br/><br/>He grinned up at her, before reaching up and rubbing one of her cheeks. "Come on, lets go and rescue the troll's lunch, and march them to the army, before leading the army back to see what they make of the campsite. Though I suspect it was just a forward outpost and foraging party."