"Like this. I'll snap your neck, then eat you." Quick, easy, relatively painless. He sits up, both legs dangling off the counter. After a moment, he smirks and adds- "Eat you again."

He likes flirting with Jack. The man blushes easily for such a brutal fighter.

Siffleur stretches and then remembers something, reaching under the counter and feeling around- yes, there, with the other necessities they came here for, his stash of cigarettes is still there. He hasn't had any for a few weeks now, but it feels like an appropriate time to. Siffleur slides one into his mouth, and offers the pack to Jack.