Jack was many things -- an asshole and a jerk, primarily -- but he wasn't stupid. He knew full well that he was on the verge of either a punch in the face or a knee to the groin. He was also very, very tired, much too tired to persist with either woman; he hadn't slept since he left Pax Letale two days ago. The exhaustion seemed to catch up to him all at once, and it hit him like a bus. Yep, time for hungover bad boys to finally go to bed.
"I'm not testing the elevator either," he stated, dropping his hand as Dorcas made a tentative escape from his clutches and Charlie headed in a no-nonsense manner toward the stairs. Stifling a yawn, he trudged after them, grateful that he only had to schlep up to the third floor.
He just couldn't keep his mouth shut, though. "...Laughter? Inconceivable!" he grinned, not wanting to let Dorcas' Princess Bride ref slip by unacknowledged -- then sobered as he recalled the laughter he'd heard on the eighth floor, with his hindbrain tingling and Kami's anger sharp and raw. That shut him up.