"Welcome to my humble adobe," he said as he spread his arms across the air in the shape of a 't'. His gaze dropped down to the vial in question. The liquid was a fascinating hue of neon green that eerily glowed. Lips parted as if he were about to say something, but Chase emptied the green contents onto the floor.
"Awh, look at you being polite," he joked, noticing he had spilled it just under the bed. "I totally would have slipped on it, too." He added with a nod of his head. Adrian would have assumed this would be a special concoction, more potent then Chase would usually make his bombs. Onslaught had a very high tolerance of toxins, and often needed tranquilizers made to knock out twenty elephants.
It was then he snorted randomly, the back of his hand pressing against his lips to stifle the laughter bubbling out of his throat.