There was an Earth saying, if looks could kill. And if Jacen's glower was capable of being fatal, Eve would have been nothing but dust in the glare of it.
Unfortunately, he could not, and the odd shocks, while doing little in terms of pain, were enough to keep him from focusing with the Force and reaching into that pretty immortal head of hers and leaving her mind nothing but soup.
"Actually, I have a slight itch on my back that I can't quite reach, would you be an absolute sweetheart and get it for me?" He retorted at her, a sneer worthy of Caedus on his face. He still wasn't entirely sure what had happened, beyond the fact that Xander had betrayed him. A fact that stung more than a little.
"What do you want, Eve?" He spat the name out with a deep hatred, concerned more for Sam than himself.