"On behalf of most normal, sane, non-sociopathic telepaths," Ira says (thinking that's a bit unfair, Jersey's not quite sociopathic, but ah well), "I'd like to say that fucking with peoples' minds is strictly against the rules." He offers a slight smile, hoping he hasn't freaked the other guy out. No-Shit-No-Prisoners Alec is a bit like that; he hates telepaths on principle, took him years to accept Ira wasn't poking around in his mind, and still looks at him funny every time Ira rubs a headache in his temples away in Alec's vicinity.
"Really," he adds, almost hoping this could be a change of topic. He's liking the guy's determined bluntness, and is kind of hoping he hasn't scared him off too much. "I mean, me, I don't go anywhere near other peoples' heads without their express permission. If that helps. At all. Err."