Once he had his boxers on he stood in front of his dresser with his arms folded across his chest as he listened to Mac. She had been a valuable asset in the beginning, back in New Haven. He'd even seen her kill her own men just because they'd said one dissenting thing about him. Now, however, he bit his tongue. The remaining men that she had left were important, but at the same time- everything and everyone was disposable in Jax's eyes. He'd always been a one man band of sorts, and felt that it was never too late to take out the trash and start over.
"I haven't forgotten." He said matter-of-factly. He didn't want to get into all of that now though, Mac was a firecracker and he didn't want to set her off, not now. He was exhausted and had too many other things on his mind, things he thought that she would never be able to understand. He crossed to his door and stood back, holding it open, "You should go."