That nostalgia that continues to dredge up within him is hard to smother down, chuckling lowly again as he steers his body off a little to the side. It makes getting a read on him harder from this angle, which he seems to do subconsciously. He tosses the book over his shoulder just as casually, a loud flapping of empty pages followed by a thump, refusing to get riled up himself.

Defiance always did encourage him, especially when it came from his former subordinates.

"Then I won't guarantee this'll end pretty."

If Jesse continues to press him about it, anyway. It's almost a dare, the way he draws out his words a little and the tone beckoning.