Acatl thinks back that there better be a lot of treats and groomings to come. Thace owes them now.

"You're wearing a full face mask, bebe," Steven points out, meanwhile. "And you were far enough away that I couldn't be sure who you were, even with these binoculars. I probably should have borrowed the Tri-Cal Threat, but unfortunately their creator is too recognizable." He feigns a knee to the groin that doesn't connect.

"I would very much like the interrogation, though, once I'm out of disguise--but not, perhaps, out of uniform?" He smiles himself. "Should I text you when I'm ready for you to spirit me back to your lair?"