[ What the fucking hell, Jack? Her brows pull down, a brief look of hurt showing on her features before everything steels, more hurt than she is angry. She purses her lips, jaw tight, teeth clenched, and then she forces herself to ease, taking a sip out of her recently filled glass (whiskey, it's always whiskey). As she pulls the glass from her lips, she side-eyes him. ]

Quit being an asshole, Jack, or I'll knock your teeth in. [ She sets her glass on the counter with a quiet clink and turns towards him fully, leaning towards him. ] If you're looking to get your dick wet, I suggest you spit in your hand.