Jacob gave Abel an incredibly wary look. There were a lot of ways to interpret that, but somehow Jacob didn't think he had to reach too far to figure it out. Abel was, after all, an Enforcer before he was anything else in Jacob's eyes. Their job was to kill. "Took care of everything?"

No matter what, Jacob wanted to prevent himself from relaxing too much. His body was still sending all sorts of signals, of hunger and thirst, of aching withdrawal and strain. How was he supposed to rest, especially with Cerberus right there watching him?

"Don't suppose you just gave everyone good dreams and waltzed out," he deadpanned.