And there it was. The bright warm sound of Jack's humor. Something to push the bruises and blood from the past job at bay, to help him forget how close the call had been. He poses all the more, stretching and flexing once the last knot has been made, lingering in such a way as he twist like this to make the shadows strike him in a manner he knows to be at least somewhat attractive.

"It has all that it needs. Why meddle with what the Maker granted me so graciously?"