Milo

*leans forward* It is. He's been threatening me for months

*jaw clenched* How long?

*looks down at the baby with a stern face, not saying a word*

(babbles)

*he picks up the baby, holding it in his arms and looking at it with a blank expression*

*pulls out phone, dialing* Special crimes unit. Yeah, I need to report a 10-78. *eyes never leave you* Metahuman suspect. eats inorganic material.

Num *eats him*

*disappears into your mouth*

*jaw tightens, pressing harder* You're going to jail. *reaches for pepper spray* And you're going to stop talking.

I eat pepper spray

*eyes narrow* Try this then.

*kisses back roughly* Mine. *bites your lower lip*

Good. *grabs your good arm, pulling you up* Now walk. Before I carry you.

*lifts you over his shoulder* Done.