[Training] never givin' in again

JACK

Raising a brow right back at the boy - with or without telepathy, he can see the suspicion all over Vesper's face - Jack rests a hand in his pocket and waits for the response he knows is going to come despite all else. "Ah, it shouldn't get much worse'n this. Not unless there's some god fuckery about." Torchline is tropical no matter the seasonal changes, at least compared to those places where there's snow.

Able to feel the eyes on him (and appreciating it even less than usual given that he's similarly blocked out of the young demigod's mind), if Jack adjusts the way he's standing to keep Vesper more or less in his line of sight, gods, so be it. Perhaps if the two telepaths were able to, you know, talk about these things like adults, they could drop their shields and their paranoia and enjoy the buzz of each other's minds.

"Mm? On the contrary, I quite like it quiet. This might be a new place to do business, is all I was thinkin'." But anyway, back to right here and right now. "What would it take for me to be able to punch you while you're wearin' this?" he wants to know, holding up the coat for Vesper to see. "Your dear mother has me on a quest, and this is one of the requirements."