"Don't butter me up, Doctor," Jack said immediately. He knew he wasn't being buttered up, so to speak; it was precisely the opposite, but he did not need empty compliments and he wanted that to be clear. Even before the allegations surrounding Dr. Chilton's psychic driving, he hadn't particularly liked him. His tone with him had always been short. Jack was a man who acted quite freely and loosely with most of his actions, but he knew he was sharper with Dr. Chilton. Frankly, he couldn't help it.
He got under his skin a little, without even trying.
"I'm only perusing, after all." It was a bookend to the previous statement, and he waved a hand at the window in front of him. What bizarre toys. But he now saw them under the darkened, slightly grotesque light that Dr. Chilton had provided. It made him want to move away from the window.
"Though I guess I could mean that in a different way. There isn't much to consider yet." He threw his shoulders up for a shrug, head tilting to the side a little as his lips twitched. Jack wasn't going to stare and pick apart Dr. Chilton. That would come naturally through interaction if they were both here, after all, and he had better things to do with his time.
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He got under his skin a little, without even trying.
"I'm only perusing, after all." It was a bookend to the previous statement, and he waved a hand at the window in front of him. What bizarre toys. But he now saw them under the darkened, slightly grotesque light that Dr. Chilton had provided. It made him want to move away from the window.
"Though I guess I could mean that in a different way. There isn't much to consider yet." He threw his shoulders up for a shrug, head tilting to the side a little as his lips twitched. Jack wasn't going to stare and pick apart Dr. Chilton. That would come naturally through interaction if they were both here, after all, and he had better things to do with his time.