"I don't really require any part of the globe going boom, but it's sweet of you to offer." She made the comment lightly, as if he were proposing an offer of help for something mundane like rearranging deck furniture. It was likely an indicator that she wasn't taking him too seriously, she was sure he liked gadget and even 'boy toys' that could blow things up. Waverly just didn't think he'd really take pleasure in massive destruction.

Besides, she was playing with the red light in her hands, watching as the pulsing flash moved under her fingers and lit them from below. It reminded her of playing with a flashlight as a kid and getting a good look at muscles and tendons, the bones in her hand. Eventually, the novelty wore off and she sat the light on the dash, keeping her hand against it until she realized the weighted base wasn't going to fall.

"Do you do that a lot? Use the light when you really don't need to?"