Jax smirked back at Dex, not backing down from the dare. "Boys and their big sticks. I'll never understand it," She rolled her eyes a little, but wisely left things at that. She knew, at least abstractly, about Dresden's TV show. But better than that, she knew what went along with it- the memories, the guilt. So she'd leave it be... and try to make John do the same.
"Are you gonna stay and watch the man do his thing, or flee for the safety of a nearby bar? Personally, I'm leaning towards the latter," She was teasing, of course- she and John both respected Dresden's power, especially after seeing it in full swing. It was just a bit hard to sit through, sometimes, especially if she didn't get to help.