He could tell by her body language and something in her cool tone that something he had said set her off more than she had already been beforehand. [i]Great.[/i] What reason did she NOT have to hate Black Jack. For all she knew he was just a common psychopath with powers that killed whoever he wanted. He couldn't let her find out that he was Black Jack. So how the hell was he supposed to go about this???  "Wh-what do I think makes him different?" He looked up at the ceiling for answers, then back down at his drink that Luca had bothered to fill up for him. "Well. Let's see here... heh." [i]Come on where's your shining personality, dufus??[/i] "Right! Well you are one who follows the news like most in the city, amirite? WELLL THEN. You must know that Black Jack fights and kills those other murderers with super powers. Which is no different than what the FAMOUS Trick did today." 

"They're on the same level. Any one can kill if it's for the greater good. Heh well, you know. Even if he does have his own agenda, he must care about us in some way or another right? That's why I like him. I want to believe that deep down he does care about the people. Or maybe I'm completely fucking wrong, I don't know." He took SEVERAL sips from his drink, intending to get totally drunk. "I'm sorry, doll. I don't mean to get your panties in a bunch. I'm just rather opinionated y'know?" Jack put his hands up to block his face. "Please don't punch me!"