Jack, meanwhile, is on the floor behind the counter. Well, not the floor-floor, but the nest of clothes and towels and whatever else ended up back here, maybe abandoned and not put away, maybe purposefully assembled as a nest, hell, maybe the corpse of a Bahamanal dragged back to the den by... Right, he still hasn't caught his name.

Point is, he's on a pile of clothes and things, not the hard surface of the counter, and he's looking up at the other man.

"You mean by killing me, right?" Jack asks, not sounding particularly concerned by it. Just checking they're on the same page, is all.