You wouldn't believe how many problems can be solved with C4. Keep it simple, is my motto.

[ He watches the other man with a neutral expression; though he can't help himself when his hand twitches under the table. He isn't fond of orders - never has been.
Yet, for some reason, it doesn't make him as angry as he'd thought it would. He hasn't been treated with much care in an eternity, and having Dickface sway his house-owner-dick around like Jason didn't try to kill him show him that he was trusted at the very least.

Besides, Dick didn't have to know he hid a few weapons in his bedroom already when fixing the window.

He reluctantly takes his gun and puts it on the table in front of him with just a little force, clearly unhappy, not looking away from the other man.]

Fine. Can't promise to let you have your beauty-sleep though. If I have shit to do, I have shit to do, period.

[ It's no secret he is more focused at night. Although he mainly tried to protect himself from inevitable nightmares for as long as possible - not that he'd tell Grayson. ]

Bring me beer and cigs and I'm good. Where are my clothes?

[ This whole having-a-second-him was clearly starting to be fun. ]