[kavinsky looks pretty pleased to be playing with toxic substances. life of kavinsky, go figure.]

Sweet. [he then underhand throws the baggie back into the coccoon, watching it slither to a stop.] So you wanna store these giant hair sacks of weird blue goo in a building under my name. Basically. And I can do whatever the fuck else I want with 'em. That sound right?

[he cocks his head at her, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.]