He's not sure he would say he needs it more but he takes it. What he has in mind will be satisfying enough for the both of them.

He doesn't have a mask, but the hood of the cloak is deep and as long as he keeps it up most of his face is suitably obscured. Without his staff there's little to mark him as anyone specific, just a tall broad man. It will do.

The questions he considers along with the setting. The Down is better than the Up for this, less on patrol guards and the camera birds are more obvious and easily avoided. They still have to be careful, quiet, but that would be the case anywhere. "Nothing specific. Just no prying eyes, some time, and a place to put them after."

There's no regret in him that this has to happen, no second thoughts or remorse. If he didn't already considered these two having killed themselves when they brutalized Chris, there might be.

He's humming with magic, spells chambered and ready to let fly the second they're able to do so out of sight and earshot.