"Sunblock for all of that mid-winter sunbathing we're going to do while being hunted down by the enemy," Jonothon replied, chuckling only because the prospect sounded so bloody ridiculous. "Why not?"

Because: Ridiculous.

"... Paint the walls with blood?" What did it say that his kneejerk reaction was that the flats were already a sparkly red, so what difference would it make? "I suppose you could, so long as you keep most of the actual destruction to a somewhat contained space. What did you have in mind?"