“I wouldn't know,” Jonathan said coolly in regards to women and dating. “The toxin is complete, minutes a few more tests and large scale production, and it won't rot your brain cells...much,” he added that last part to stop himself from asking Jack if he actually had brain cells to rot out.
Jonathan leaned back in his chair, watching Jack, slowly bouncing as he studied him. “What are your plans?” he asked finally, voice soft, whispery, Scarecrow coming out to play.