No, he didn't have manners. His mother never bothered to teach him any, she was too busy getting drunk or high. Despite the emotionless expression on his face, he wasn't entirely immune to her words of anger and hurt. Although it was ultimately his goal to push her buttons, he didn't feel in the least bit satisfied with the outcome.
His food went untouched as he watched her pick at her chicken. She'd said how hungry she was but she wasn't exactly eating enthusiastically. CJ took another sip of his drink, his expression darkening the more he looked at her. If she cried, he was going to... Fuck. "I'm sorry, okay?" he blurted, his tone a little too gruff to be apologetic.
With a sigh, he shoved a hand through his hair and tipped his glass again, draining it. "You and I aren't exactly a good match and I'm not talking about sex or anything like that either so don't go getting...," he trailed off, frustrated with the situation he'd created. "You should probably keep your distance from me the rest of this cruise," he stated. "Be better for you."