Jenna looked from one to the other, yet again, helplessly. "What are you doing here?" Warren asked, his loud rumble now more like a small squeak. Vesuvius glared and said, "Apologize to her." Jenna shook her head and said, "He doesn't have to, Ves, it was nothing." Vesuvius turned his gaze to her, which then softened and said, "He's your boyfriend, isn't he? He needs to learn to respect you and your wishes." Jenna secretly felt that Vesuvius was right, but wouldn't dare voice that opinion in front of Warren.
Warren glared at Vesuvius but turned to Jenna and said, "I'm sorry. For pushing you away." She knew he felt like this was a waste of time and that, if he was going to apologize, he'd want to do it in private, not under the watchful eye of his father's best friend. Jenna gave him a small smile and nodded.
Warren then turned back to Vesuvius. "What are you doing here?" Vesuvius looked at him and said, "Helping you." Warren gave a short laugh and said, "How could you possibly help me?" "Warren, he has information about a plot to overthrow Sky High…He says that we're the targets," Jenna said quietly. Warren looked at her and said, "How do you know that?" He wasn't speaking to Jenna, though. "I'm a villain, boy, how do you think I know? Your father gave me instructions to watch out for you and I'm doing my job." At the mention of his father, Warren powered up again. "My father sent you to spy on me?!" "Warren, calm down!" Jenna said, catching his swinging, burning hand in her own, wincing a bit at the strength of his grip and the fire burning in it.
Warren did calm down, visibly, at that. He immediately powered down when he registered her touch. He felt a surge of admiration towards her. Not many people would grasp his hand when it was covered in fire. He knew she must have a least some second degree burns on her hand now, but if it hurt, she didn't show it. Instead, she turned to Vesuvius and said, "Thanks, Ves…I'll keep in touch." Vesuvius nodded and said, "I'll keep you posted." He waved goodbye to them both and, once he was gone, Jenna let go of Warren's hand and said, "Waaaater!" Warren watched her run inside, a pang of guilt stabbing at his chest, and then, a low laugh as he watched her run the cold water over her hand, cursing.
She glared at him, annoyed at his laughter and flicked water at him. "What's so funny, furnace man?"
