He experienced no pleasure from the delicacy cooking in front of him ; every act Jack did in his life was for the sole purpose of obtaining strength. This was no exception.
โ Combat. โ
"Can do."
Out come a couple 72 oz cuts, tossed onto the grill; now starting to sizzle nicely over a purplish blaze started by a quick burst of fire from the blonde's hand.
"So, what brings you to South Town?"