[ It's lucky, that Archangel only suggests grabbing her -- in Silco's mind, he's already been prepared for a different suggestion, and his fingers had inched ever closer to the knife he kept on his person -- if the man had even once dared to suggest harming her... well. Silco could not be called a logical man when his emotions were involved, and when it came to his daughter... yeah.

Even less so.

He tipped his head, and there was a split to his lips, almost a sneer. ]

If you can grab her, do not blame me for the consequences. [ She'd just been building a bomb. In his office. Silco wasn't treating that with the gravity that someone probably should. It was just normal. ]

Let's use the phrase... [ Silco looked up at the sky, at the ever-present moon. ] "Moon at noon", perhaps?