"Aw, spit? Gross." Jack wiped off his face with the sleeve of his fancy suit. If he'd paid anything for the clothing, he might have been upset. As it was, he was just a bit disgusted by her defense choice. Not that he'd given her many options.
"I would give you some drivel about how I was sorry, but it has to be this way so that you'll learn and forgo the foolishness that is your current life. However, we both know I'm not sorry."
Jack moved to the other foot, starting on the revealing of her other tootsie. He was going to work his way from the toes to the top of her head, on every bit of exposed flesh he could get to. Which, admittedly, wouldn't be a lot. Which meant that she'd have to deal with a lot of pain on not a lot of property.
"So Craneypoo has abandoned our plan, has he." Jack wasn't really speaking to her, though if she chose to answer, he'd listen. Mostly he was venting his frustration. Vocally and on her foot.