"That would be nice," he agrees, letting himself lean in towards Barry a bit as they sip their cocoa. The mention of fishing intrigues him, because it's something he could do so easily. He wouldn't even need a pole, as long as they wouldn't mind a few claw marks in their fish.

He's so calm, but Barry revealing that someone is setting fires has him going pale, tensing as he straightens up from his relaxed sprawl.

"What if I got whoever was setting fires?" He says in a clipped tone, irises flashing red as he swallows hard.