"That much control?" Thomas sometimes felt like he was a bit slow on the uptake around Harry but then it clicked in his head seeing Harry's blasting rod and he grunted in acknowledgment. His Desert Eagle was in one hand and a saber in the other. "So, why is it every time I'm around you there's hordes of people that want to do damage to you Harry?"
He did his best to keep his voice light considering the circumstances. It was much easier to deal with things if you could be a sarcastic pain in the ass at the same time. "Hmm, maybe I should have imagined myself a drink first."