Of course, despite the Patriarch's uncanny knack for sarcasm, any given threat the scarred man spat out was not necessarily an empty one — in fact, he could not think of a time when he had made a threat he was unwilling to follow up on. That said, the bark of laughter flipped the man's tattered ears to attention, his gaze shooting up to her in alarm. She found it humorous? He would not argue it with her, not after all that Lucifer had done; what rage Jefferson felt for the dark-furred idiot was ungrounded compared to what Jace had experienced with him, and yet the Patriarch's rage did not lessen. His shocked gaze on her softened, not quite into a mutual amusement, but into something much more stony and tired.
And again she commented on him and laughed, and still Jefferson held his silence, analyzing the humor. Was she laughing away the pain? That was something he'd envy, as one who had never been able to do the same.
"Then you got the job started for me," he sighed, making for a feeble smile. "You're strong, Jace. Don't let him or anyone try to tell you otherwise."
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