Kimblee is quiet for a moment; that had actually been what he was looking for in the first place. It had taken a moment to get there, granted, but Isaac had gotten there eventually. He relaxes at that, tightening his grip a little against Isaac's hand without realizing what he's doing; that smirk is back.

"In which case," he says, his tone light, an obvious sense of teasing behind his words, "isn't it fortunate that you've managed to outlast the deadline I gave you at the start?"