"You shouldn't be, sweetheart." He said with a smile and a bat of his eyelashes as he leaned back into the seat of the car. "The things I need aren't sold in stores. I'll have to...get them myself. But thanks anyways. As if I'd take a woman 'grocery shopping', ha! I'd be tied up in there all day."
So he wouldn't need explosives, but that didn't mean he didn't want to have them. And he liked making them in his spare time. Something to do with his hands when he couldn't sleep.