[Bitch please, he don't care about Kyle's problems, he just wants to see old school demon stuff. It's been a while, maybe he's feeling a bit nostalgic or just altogether curious.
He doesn't say a word in reply, but there's a brief halting in his manicuring, straightening up just slightly in his seat to roll his shoulders as huge ass black wings unfurl from his back with a lazy ruffle of feathers, and then he's straight back to leaning in to carry on with that filing. Those wings don't seem all that comfortable or practical for sitting down, the tips folding awkwardly against the floor, although none of it seems to bother Jack too much.]
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He doesn't say a word in reply, but there's a brief halting in his manicuring, straightening up just slightly in his seat to roll his shoulders as huge ass black wings unfurl from his back with a lazy ruffle of feathers, and then he's straight back to leaning in to carry on with that filing. Those wings don't seem all that comfortable or practical for sitting down, the tips folding awkwardly against the floor, although none of it seems to bother Jack too much.]