Jack paused in her hanging, arching her brow at whatever poor dude decided to stop at her doorstep for bringing Christmas cheer. Blinking once, her curiousity was immediately stoked - even under all the holiday bullshit she noticed the brightness in his gaze. The last person she saw with eyes that blue was Grunt. Stepping down off of the banister fluidly, she grinned toothily meeting his eyes.

"Gotta warn the kiddies about what happens when you're a fu-"she hestiated slightly, eyes cutting to the side to look for any children who may have been following him." -uggin' brat."

It was a shit recovery and they both knew it, but thankfully there were no impressionable minds around to hear here.

"So what brings you to my doorstep 'Santa'?"