Malcolm Bright

"Mm," he hummed back, face curling in a show of utmost civility as he half cheers and took another draft of his scotch, eyes betraying the spice that Jessica was starting to stir in him. His patience was short to begin with in the best of times, despite the carefree cadence and tone he used, and the older woman was starting to grate at what he had left of it.

"If you mean I'm as dedicated to protecting and serving by getting dangerous and deranged murders, mafias and off the street as your children, than yes, I am," he replied, but this time when he turned to look at her, there was a little less humor and a hint more steel. He didn't want to do this, not here, not in front of Malcolm, but she would do well to be a little less careless with such broad terms. He'd lost a marriage to the job and despite his choices, he was still a little sore about it.

"When duty calls is part of the saying, after all. I hear you've also been one to help those who are unable to help themselves - how many years of Charity work do you have under your belt now?"