The kiss pulled a small smile again, sweet and fleeting. It was wrong to keep smiling at such a moment, talking about destroying his father for all intents and purposes, but that Ric had helped, was helping, was...nice.

"A dagger. A cement mixer. A boat." He shrugged. "Nothing too difficult. I have the daggers. Klaus will most certainly help, though he'll want to try and find what's needed to kill him. Finn will undoubtedly try and stop us. I don't know about Rebekah and Kol, but I suspect they will help. He hunted them, too."