Terrence laughed. He didn't intend his comment as a threat, and couldn't tell whether Anthony had taken it that way or not. But he'd already said everything he wanted to say on the subject, really. "Could do much worse," he said, amused.
He couldn't have said anything more anyway, because right at that moment, the explosion occurred. "Holy shite," he said gleefully, laughing his arse off. Oh, this had been a job well done indeed, perfectly timed and everything. "I hope she's in tiny little pieces."
The idea that they might have actually just killed someone didn't bother him at all. So long as it wasn't anyone he cared about getting hurt, he - quite simply - didn't care.
Checking his watch, he realized they only had a few minutes before the Portkey left. "'Fraid we'll have to continue the party elsewhere," he said, holding out the crumpled piece of parchment he'd charmed, the one labeled 10. Only his hand and the paper were visible, and not long after Anthony touched it, he felt the familiar jerk behind his navel, taking them back to his flat.