In Joel's world, where food is so scarce, deliberately destroying perfectly edible food would be nothing short of an act of war, the act of someone desperate, just asking to get their throat cut in their sleep or worse.

Here, though, he knows the act for what it is - small, petty, childish. He can get another steak as soon as this narcissistic asshole loses interest and goes looking for someone else to torment. It's certainly not worth getting angry about, not when Jason would obviously love nothing more than to see him imprisoned, or worse, just because he can.

So he turns, giving him a dead-eyed stare, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh-huh," he says.