Jonathan rolled his eyes at Jack's antics, opening the door to his office and ushering the man inside. “None of the above,” he stated, taking a seat behind his desk. “I've been keeping up the facade of the good doctor,” he pointed out. “The only one of us who seems to be enjoying themselves is Enigma and she missed a prime opportunity for chaos and destruction,” he said, a touch of disgust in his tone.
“So please tell me you're here to rescue me from my rather drab existence before I set fire to the asylum and release the patients on the city,” He pulled off his glasses, polishing them on his lab coat as he looked up at Jack hopefully.