"I don't need much sleep," John dismissed because while he as caged up down here, he had zero intention to sleep. Hey, he'd suffered tortures that made him stay awake for days on end, he could last until Jack let him go. Eventually he would, he very much doubted Jack had that kind of sticking power when it came to punishing John. "I'd be more interested if you did run a drug den. I'd join up for that, you know? Be a nice retirement."

He'd never be able to stay put and work with Jack, it just wouldn't work for either of them. John would get bored. And violent. And in the end, someone would pay. And that just wasn't fair to anyone. "I wouldn't take you a date anyway, you haven't earned on. Unless this locking me up stuff is a very drawn out and exciting game leading up to some very kink jail cell sex then as far as I'm concerned, you can just go fuck yourself." He didn't say that to hurt him, he just said it because it was an honest thing to say. And Jack liked all that honest bullshit now, didn't he? "I'm suffering now, you know? Of boredom. Worse than pain."