Re: [Jack's: Jack & Cat]
Excuse me, I said death for misappropriating your words. Don't misappropriate mine to make that death by bloody book. It's not a tome, it's an explanation of all the shit my father never told me and books needn't be your only assassination weapon. [Jack hadn't the spare seconds to flounder in finding Cat in the person in front of him, perhaps that was for the better. He didn't lose sight of her because he was moored by the anger, the sharp sting in his nose and the fact that yes, of course there was bloody Cat in the sarcastic stab for a soft spot.]
My general betterment? No, please. Make a list. All the things I ought to look in the mirror to contemplate. [Deeply sarcastic, albeit with far less sting.] My face is fine. I like my face, albeit with my nose not broken. If you've damaged it and you've got deep pockets, I can fund a holiday to the Caribbean on the back of the emotional damage I can sue for, for wrecking my face.
[And of course she was stubborn. Jack didn't expect anything else, but he let the door swing wide on the apartment. No one else was about, after all.] Fine. Have an argument in a corridor. It's your argument.