[ The same quality that often irritates her makes Jack a particularly entertaining storyteller. Idly, she wonders if all men driven by the manic edge of ambition are so naturally excellent orators, if that quality of spell-speaking and color is written in some twisted segment of their DNA.

(If she knew the depths to which his ambitions truly plunge -- then it would not be absent musing, but certainly that some broken parcel of code lies in the breeding. A mutation to wipe out for the betterment of the species.)

Still, she's apt to listen, a woman well-versed with mincing her own words in favor of allowing others to stride across the proverbial stage. Of his admission to killing (not murder, for that is a legal word, a word which suggests something shameful and against the order of the land), she merely nods, a courteous acknowledgment to what would no doubt be a poor show of execution to her.

When he's finished, glowing with pride for his accomplishments, she rewards him in much the same way, a second nod of confirmation before settling into follow up questions. They bat around words and dance around intentions for a short while, but her search is ultimately as she predicted.

Fruitless. Jack may be annoying to the ends of the Quad but he's a good employee.

Back straight, Sui Feng prepares the next file for interrogation, chin posted against her knuckles as she looks over the screen. ]

Very well, you are dismissed. If I have any further questions, I know where to find you.

[ A beat, tone still casually cold and polite. ]

And Mr. Marten? Should you call me sweetheart again, I'll relieve of you any hopes of starting a family again some day. Slowly.

[ Have a nice day~! ]