"I thought he just gave himself a pompous title," John remarked with a slight sneer, giving up on his vortex manipulator and working on removing the cuffs entirely from his right hand. There was something about having them dangle loosely that left that lingering threat. Rolling his eyes, he looked up at Jack, clearly not impressed. "What? Handcuff me and lock me in a cell? Pretty sure you've done that to people before."

He wasn't stupid, he knew by now that he was pretty much nothing to Jack but some old fling. It was vastly easier to ignore the pleasantries that way. "Why would I get tired of it? It's part of the job. And I like my job. Could have done a lot worse, you know? My life's never boring like this," John pointed out, finally wrangling himself free from the handcuffs entirely, presenting them to Jack with a level of smugness. "Besides, not like they're a real deterrent."