Senses alerting him to the heat before he actually burns himself, Tyler's gaze drifts back to Illumination and he smiles. Grins, even, which is unthinkable considering all the things he's already told them.

He should be making his excuses and leaving, feeling vulnerable and raw. Instead he picks up his fork again and pulls a new mouthful of food together on his plate as he talks.

"So you're saying if I want to fuck shit up, I'll take notes from you."