Jesse just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her dramatics. "Thrilled." He answered before he moved down the hall toward his room. He couldn't remember seeing Kirke in a while, but if she was going to have a go at him, they may as well do it in his room, where the sound could be far more easily muffled. She was already hurling insults at him.

He was exhausted though, and on the unlikely chance she just let him be, he was going to get ready for bed. Tugging his shirt from the waistband of his trousers, he pulled it over his head and tossed it on the chair in the corner.