"Good enough, ya damn yat," Jack grinned back, the perjorative term for a New Orleans native delivered with equal familiarity and fondness. "Keeping busy, keeping out of trouble. Mostly." Which he knew was a statement Shae would be able to see right through.
Taking a step back, he could see Shae still had some of the meat he'd put on last time he'd seen him, but his old friend looked leaner now, snaky and quick. "Unlike you. Shit, son, you look like trouble personified."