Terence blinked at Jaden blankly and wondered for a moment if the alcohol had gone to the man’s head, but no, that was silly, it hadn’t even been half a drink. “Not only do I not believe that you have any intention of killing me, but I doubt I will be required to fight off any homicidal intentions. Although I could take you. It’s called teasing. It verged on flirting. You really need to get out of the office more,” he said, then grabbed for Bonnie before the cat could pounce on Jaden’s hand as he waved his burned fingers about. The kitten mewled pitifully and dug his claws into Terence’s robes. “Do you need some ice for that?”