Yeah, well, Nazis definitely suck, too. [He almost smiles. Almost. He takes a drink of juice, wondering what exactly Jackson is up to these days, since he took off for London. He shakes his head, not wanting to think about Jackson Whittemore because with his luck, that's who'll show up from home next. And thanks but. No thanks.]

Nah. No violence required. We just...get on each other's nerves. On a regular basis. We're on the same side of things, we just clash.

[He does relax a little again.]

He's got this thing for scarves.