[ As usual, his coffee is ridiculously sweet. It's probably not something that Hawke finds ill-fitting at this point, since that's the kind of contrast that makes perfect sense when you get to know Jack. For all his posturing and the fear and respect he tries (and sometimes succeds) to command, he's not actually that aggressively full of machismo. He's a bit softer than that, so even rather than the black coffee that would fit his posturing, what he actually takes is loaded with sugar and cream. The familiarity of how Hawke makes it is something he takes for granted by now, so he takes the mug with a quiet thanks, then takes a drink. ]

It's- God, it's not being a friggin' mascot.

[ But he still doesn't elaborate further. He pulls the cup away from his lips largely to laugh and not get coffee everywhere. ]

Oh, yeah, didn't you know, Hawke? I'm the first fully sentient AI. That's why I'm so great? They just ran outta budget on the final stretch so underneath, definitely just open mechanical parts. It's crazy.

[ He runs with that part, since he always enjoys the sort of mystery it gives. It's why he did it, in part. Having people talk about what could be under Handsome Jack's mask was part of the narrative he constructed for people to buy into, and it worked. Most people knew Handsome Jack's face, and that was absolutely the intent. ]

Nah, it's just synthetic mate— [ He trails off, because at 'no peeking,' he has every desire to peek. His head partially turns, just enough to catch a glance of side boob, but he uses the motion to take a drink of his coffee instead. Smooth. ]