[ _{the smile he flashes Harry is sugary-sweet.} ]

Good boy. [ _{he pulls away, whistling under his breath; a little dance is done around Harry's form, and he pats Harry's chest with a grin.} ] See? Allllll better. Remember this, short bus. It'd be a fucking tragedy to have to take your tongue out, too.

[ _{he winks, and the lab's back, light piercing and white; all but the wires in Harry's feet and face are gone, as if they were never there. Kirk strolls to the door and out, whistling all the way.} ]