Staring at the glass before him , a drop of condensation sliding down the side , as the ice shifts within the liquid .

Spiked coffee.

Tastes pretty good to him.

It could have. But bugging him with it is just an added bonus so. . .

He flinch slightly , a hand moving to bat the other's away.

A sigh , before he sets the coffee in hand aside. "What does it matter to you so much?"

Tmi Chris.

Definitely your fault

Again that is too much information

That he has.

50/50

For once he's reading. A bit of peace and a lack of a boulder in his way.

. . . Jack trying to either impregnate everyone. . . or murder them. 50/50 shot.

Yea. . . definitely up to something.

Have a headache. Bout six feet tall. . . likes to stab things.

Rolling his shoulders , he's stiff.

Nothing escapes you , does it.

Sarcasm.

He should know by now it's one of the things he does best.