John had been on the verge of warming up to her, and then she asked him that and all the warmth turned cold. He couldn't help the scowl that darkened his face, but he did his best to try to lighten it up, although he was annoyed she had eavesdropped.
"Some... jealous men who live to torment my days," he said, keeping things vague. "I hate them." His upper lip twitched with the strength of it, and he had to take a deep breath in through his nose, counting in his head to let the surge of anger go, and closed his eyes as he breathed out. And then he felt a little more like his usual self.
"One for one," he said, turning the computer towards himself. "Why are you really in New York?"