My blessing. [ Tech Boy's eyes go a little wide, glinting with a very dangerous sort of mischief. ] It means I'll fuck 'em up. Whoever they are. Whatever they've done. For you.

[ He shifts a little, still holding onto K protectively. For as soft as Tech Boy can be on occasion, his excitement is volatile. The urge to do something to remedy their current situations and that of their homeworlds is at the front of his mind. Not that there's shit he can do about any of it from the dream world of Deerington. ]

I don't have the juice here. Yet. I'll get it back somehow. But it's a promise you can count on.

[ Any actual acknowledgement of his limitations (rare, but for K's eyes only) always takes a bit of the fire out of him, and the god's temperament is visibly calming down. He unthreads his fingers to place one hand on K's chest. ]

You're a blessing yourself, you know.