*Pulls on his shirt, as well as some nice boots.* Mm... there we go. Nice and clean. *Moves over to shave... then decides not to and work on that beard he was planning on growing.*
Jean: Too late. Thankfully, I'm not a cruel person, so I won't try and beat you to death. So I'll tell you one thing. *He gets very close.* Jean, quietly: I died, because of you. My heart literally stopped. And Clara was nearly killed as well, and went practically insane trying to kill the b*tch they sent after us. *He…