If Jack's face is warm, it's because - fuck it, he doesn't know. Maybe some part of him still likes praise, even though he should know better.
He follows the movement, watching the space the cougar disappeared through. If he tips his head right, he can see a sliver of him between the display surfboards, like they're the ridiculously large bars of a cage.
"I don't think so, or not immediately." Jack says, keeping his eye on that spot, wondering what his action will be next, and also how he can explain this to a cat-man.
"The, uh, drugs that gave these powers might still be in my system, and those drugs are addictive and have some pretty destructive withdrawal effects."
Assuming, again, that there's a big enough trace for that to be a problem in the first place, but Jack would rather neither of them find that out, thanks.
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He follows the movement, watching the space the cougar disappeared through. If he tips his head right, he can see a sliver of him between the display surfboards, like they're the ridiculously large bars of a cage.
"I don't think so, or not immediately." Jack says, keeping his eye on that spot, wondering what his action will be next, and also how he can explain this to a cat-man.
"The, uh, drugs that gave these powers might still be in my system, and those drugs are addictive and have some pretty destructive withdrawal effects."
Assuming, again, that there's a big enough trace for that to be a problem in the first place, but Jack would rather neither of them find that out, thanks.