"That's the dumbest fucking nickname. Pick something else," he grumbles for the sake of grumbling. But there's a smile on his face at the praise.

He looks to his coffee and pulls away, heading to Jon's drawer where he keeps the brandy. Hopefully he won't mind if he just puts a bit in his cup.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he finally decides. He's not leaving forever, but he does want to give Jon time. He's aching to have his own life right.