You're used to both our shit, and you're vaguely terrifying at all times?

[A compliment and a tease all wrapped up in to one, maybe looking like a child the way he still sat there on the counter. Palms rested against the flat surface just behind him and all.] Well.

Who better to team up and keep Jack from over-working himself here? Even if there's the occasionally terribly awful pun or joke to do it.

[Gabriel, why.]