"Any reason I can't like what I do? You seem to be under the impression that it's just another boring job." He sighed, deliberately ignoring John to examine his vortex manipulator instead.

"I'm trying to help. But you're being a stubborn dick. God, you're worse than a teenager. You're a teenager who can drink and philander." Frankly, Jack was getting a little irritated with all of this. "How many more arrests is it going to take for you to get sick of it, John? Is this life you think is so great really worth dying over? All the chaos and death? How can you enjoy that so much?"