It had been impulse. Anger. Frustration. One of a dozen feelings he can't give voice to outside of violence these days. But even still, Mick would never deliberately try and shock Snart back to that house, no matter how angry and how hurt he might be.

His eyes don't leave the fire.
"I ain't one of your weapons, boss," the bitterness nearly chokes him. "Can't use me for a job and shove me in a drawer until the next one and just expect me to sit here."