"I honestly don't see why it's so hush-hush," Steve grumbled, his weight making the instruments on the metal table clatter as he shifted against it. "Least if we told 'em they might shut the hell up about it." He smirked suddenly, and flicked his thoughtful gaze to Rowan. "Might even teach the brats a lesson or two: 'We managed to harness your sister's power; we can easily deal with you, too.'"
Steve thought he was being ignored until Rowan glanced at him, his expression nonchalant.
"Steve, are you familiar with the phrase 'to touch the Devil is to die'?"