"Well, I'd tell him off for that too." Jack stood up suddenly and pinned Delite to a wall, talking to him firmly in Korean, his eyes cold and unyielding. He stood there, looming over the small boy, and Jonathan shivered lightly. There was something off about Jack. It was very odd. He lit up a cigarette, not caring if he could smoke or not. "Fascinating. I'd love to study him."

They were talking again but this time, Jack pulled away and went over to where the drinks were grabbing himself a can of sprite and opening it. He looked at the other two and smiled. "Delite gets anxious sometimes, I talk him down. Cheers! Anyone else want a drink? I got a bunch of diet Dr Peppers no one wants."