[SE] i'll make you wanna think twice

it's not your fault that you're always wrong

"Figurin' it out a day at a time, much the same as a lot of people in formal relationships do," Jack says, and for the first time perhaps there's a little bit of steel in his voice, his chin lifting a fraction as if to ask whether that is going to be A Problem ™ for Remi or not. 

"Sorry, I just wanna be clear here so I know if I ought to get on my knees to beg for my life or just wait for you to end it - you caught me in a supply closet to... what, exactly? Warn me off your daughter? The Queen of Torchline? The woman who has done - and will keep doin' - whatever she feels like for years now?"

Raising his eyebrows to ask if that's about right, Jack slips one hand out of his pocket to gesture around them. "We're standin' in her bar, Remi. If she didn't want me here she'd kick me out herself. Hells, if she didn't want me at all, you'd have been comin' after me long before now." But that hasn't happened, has it Remi?