Glares at him.
Immediately, Jack glared right back. Who the hell did he think he was, coming up into his space and glaring at him like he had the right to?!
"No."
Jack released Placido and instead busied himself with taking off his coat, which he then draped over his arm. Already, he was annoyed, and his mouth was filling up with blood again; a sure sign that he’d spend the rest of the night with an ice pack on his face.
"I won’t waste any more of my time on you, because that’s just what you want! To rile me up and make me waste precious minutes of my day on you! This is time better spent doing literally anything else."
Ah, more things he didn't expect, and just as he was starting to enjoy himself, too. What a shame. Rolling his eyes, Placido finally got off of the ground and wiped the dust off his clothes.
"And here we see the human in his typical behaviour- accusing others of wasting their time when, in the end, it had been their own fault to begin with."