"I think it's a suitable loophole if you're swapping notes on how to better care for your pet Russian." Pete's body arched around the finger in a futile attempt to deflect the touch from one of his ticklish zones. His failure only caused his body to jolt even more. He coughed a little, his cheeks tinting slightly, though he was pretty sure that acting like nothing was amiss was likely not going to work.
"I think we could handle legions of the undead, at least enough to keep them from getting on shore. We have lots of capable people, and lots of things to use as weapons." He had a mental image of Kitty barreling over the yard in the Rhino, taking out zombies left and right, and grinned to himself. "If all else fails, I know many of us are very creative."