[Tyki cocks his head back to look at Jack, yet another unwanted face in an unwanted space. It's bad enough his bar is... what it is, but Tyki's all too aware that he's in close proximity to a lot of people he's pissed off and unable to really defend himself now. Not that he's anything the same, there's no challenge in his eyes or goading looks to be had. He's still tired, mortal and grimacing a little.]
This was my bar, you're aware. [You all stole it, so don't you dare go about saying he's unwelcome.]