Jet dusts scraps of colorful paper off his shoulders, still rubbing his ear. That was a low blow. Not a groin shot, but a low goddamn blow and Ghoul should feel ashamed.

Except that he's pretty sure Ghoul was simply born with less than the typical amount of shame generally allotted to the average dude. As evidenced by how he finishes with that little pronouncement.

He deadeyes Ghoul at that.

"Sure," he says, the word heavy with an unvoiced you keep telling yourself that.