Jack stared up at you in the cell, listening reluctantly as he heard you ramble on about the work he'll have to do to make up for his crimes. Or at least, half of them.

"I aint doin' no manual labour. Who do you think I am?" He snapped.

"I think you're a good for nothing outlaw who needs to make up for his crimes." You replied, staring down at him as he sat, almost quite cowardly, on the floor. "Now come on, princess. We're already cutting into your work hours."

"Princess? I aint no princess!" Jack shouted back at you, before receiving a blow to the face.* "Ugh- Goddamn." He scowled, rubbing his face. "You're a bitch."