[Meanwhile Snowman just keeps smiling at him, because by god he's doing shit that she's telling him to do, what if she were just quietly getting off on this whole exercise? He may have wings and a stupid dogface, but he's still a former Arch-agent named Jack Noir, so that candle of hate will always burn bright.
For her part, she merely saunters after him, gesturing into the room where she'd like the clock. Everything is green and pretty much straight-up 1930s Art Deco, not that either of them know what that is.]