Well, she made it sound like oodles of fun, didn't she? But, in all fairness, he wasn't sure how you explained that sort of thing and didn't make it sound horrible. At the least he didn't want to run around screaming and tearing at the things on his back, which he was sure had something to do with this cure for the disease business. But it sounded a lot like what Valentine had been pitching, providing a cure for a disease that was destroying the world, except in his case the disease had been humanity itself. Damn, he hadn't been a Kingsman even a full year yet and already he was tired of megalomaniacs thinking it was fine to play God.

"I'm guessing the things on my back have something to do with that?" he asked her, glancing at the tentacles again, fingering his signet ring just in case he needed to shock them once more to get the message of 'stay down' across. It would make him feel better, personally.