[ Despite seeing what the blond is capable of, Joshua doesn't seem afraid to make him angry. In fact, he's calm as can be despite the traces of an amused smile threatening to grow wider on his lips. He's doing his best to remain serious here.

This guy is funny, if anything. ]

I'm afraid it may take some time before my throat fully heals, but not too long.

[ Bakugo didn't ask, but he tells him, anyway. ]

I'm capable of offensive magic, yes. I just wasn't able to cast it earlier.

[ A pause. Blue eyes flicker over Bakugo's shoulders to look past him, and onto the pieces of marble and stone. They're slowly crumbling into dust, which is oddly concerning. But a fiend is a fiend. Joshua doesn't think too much of it. A second later, his gaze is back on Bakugo. ]

I admit, I was caught off-guard. You have my thanks, friend.