you play the victim with your finger on the trigger

JACK

"An' don't you forget it," Jack fires back, lips twitching into a smile as he settles beside the burning barrel, the fire casting their faces into ghoulish relief against the bleak palette of the day. His magic has already extended to Vesper to keep any chill or snow at bay, his hand ready to accept the bag the boy offers, but even without the full spectrum of his thoughts on offer, the body language, even subtle, is enough to have Jack's eyebrows raising.

"Any trouble gettin' it?" he asks, the picture of nonchalance as he sets the leather bag between his own boots without checking inside it; such things are for overeager rookies, and he hasn't been one of those for a very long time. "Ain't been to that cache for a bit. Wouldn't be surprised if it was a bitch to find." That's the problem with jungles. Shit's always growing.

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!