About a week later...
In a tranquil villa at the heart of the city:
One man and one tiger cub were pitifully huddled up together in a corner and staring daggers at Luther.
The previously well decorated and elegant house now strangely seemed to contain spots of black soot here and there, as if someone had torched it intensely at very specific places with pinpoint accuracy.
"Monkey, that piece of fish in your hands seems a bit undercooked. Let me smoke it for you. Ba ha ha ha."
Luther unceremoniously grabbed the juicy piece in between Monkey's chopsticks.
The next instant tiny sparks flew from his long slender fingers and completely blackened the perfect juicy bite.
"Oops. Sorry, bro. Maybe the previous version was better."
Though the word sorry came out, the handsome ruffian did not seem even one bit apologetic.
He threw the completely charred piece back at Monkey and grinned like a maniac.
