As soon as the kite's going sideways, taking off like the proverbial rocket (or not so proverbial, given some of the footage of the early testing days), he's backing out of the circle. Not like he couldn't have broken it anytime, but there's safety in being out of the firing zone.
"Heh," he says, instead of 'yeah, you'd know something about that, right?' because as privileged and adolescent as Dresden's worldview is, it's nice not to be called Cujo. "Now we just hope it doesn't come back and bite us in the ass." Pragmatic. Practical. Contrary. Pick your word.
He looks down at his watch: lunch time is officially over. Not that he can't eat in his office, between meetings. He looks a few steps over to where he left his bag-- yeah, still there.
"Nice not to set anything on fire with you, Dresden." There. Call it an overture.
(Alternate) Universal truth: he's probably the only sane one in the canon as well.
"Heh," he says, instead of 'yeah, you'd know something about that, right?' because as privileged and adolescent as Dresden's worldview is, it's nice not to be called Cujo. "Now we just hope it doesn't come back and bite us in the ass." Pragmatic. Practical. Contrary. Pick your word.
He looks down at his watch: lunch time is officially over. Not that he can't eat in his office, between meetings. He looks a few steps over to where he left his bag-- yeah, still there.
"Nice not to set anything on fire with you, Dresden." There. Call it an overture.