"You don't get to call her that," Jason snaps, even as Jack leaves. Now that he's claimed Swann as his own he sees fit to defend her honor in some way, so it's something only he can sully.

He sneers at the drops of liquor that dribble from the open bottle to the floor, but doesn't get up to fix it. Instead he summons that poor Avox, who nervously and quietly wipes it up with a towel that smells like sterility.