"I don't care much for the heat, personally," he answered as he unbuttoned his Oxford. Jonah much preferred air-conditioning over the heat of a mid-June day. Probably something to do with spending so many on hot black top as a kid. He tossed the shirt and it landed across the walk, just when the Irishman had taken toward the trees. At least it wouldn't be trampled. He was left with his white tank and khaki pants. Jonah raised his chin in acknowledgment of the other man who'd joined them, and smirked - mostly because of his actions. The boy looked a little out of place, to be honest. "Hell yes."
He turned his attention back to the woman then, "Sure - I plan to have a big lunch." Damage squinted his right eye, which may have been a wink or an attempt to shield himself from the sun, and headed closer to the brunette in black. "What'd you have in mind?" he stepped up next to her and already felt the sun causing sweat to form on his exposed skin.