"If you want me to, I can hit a few more. Just let me finish my drink." Jacob supplies helpfully as he moves forward towards the pair, taking the square of fabric and the pint - the latter with more enthusiasm. But he does still wipe away some of the blood on his face, just so he doesn't appear like a complete barbarian.

"Now we've warmed up, you can get me doing something interesting. Gotta be something a man like you has on the to-do list, something tricky you couldn't give to just anyone." Jacob says, then risks a mouthful of pickle-beer. It stings like hell on the cut to his mouth, but he doesn't show it. In fact, he manages to look like he enjoys it.