It's not always easy to predict how Jacob will react. He's never been known for his stability. He's been known to laugh at one thing one moment and that same thing will cause him to explode in anger. It's a roll of the die which way he'll turn. Of course, he knows and fully embraces his rapidly changing moods. Jock has always enjoyed seeing people anxiously waiting to see how he'll act. Watching people nervously shift from foot to foot is endlessly entertaining to the Arch-angel, which was no doubt why Jock hadn't decided how to react to the clumsy human who had walked right into him. Instead Jock had simply turned his piercing eyes on the young man, a small smile curling his lips as he watched the human squirm.
βSorry um.. Fuck, you'd be surprised how many times I've been drenched in alcohol today it's not a fun experience uh. Hello. Fuck.β The human muttered, anxiety clear in his words and actions. As the human waited for Jock to react, the Arch-angel instead used the silence to inspect the human. Even with the mask Jock didn't think that he was from the Aerie. For one thing he didn't have the house arrest bracelet, but he also didn't match any of the images Jock had for the other Aerie humans. Despite his casual treatment of the humans and the appearance that he can't tell one from the other, he actually has a rather comprehensive knowledge of the humans that call the Aerie home.
Finally, after he had let the silence stretch for an uncomfortable length of time Jock spoke. He had decided against simply ignoring the young man early on, after all he had been searching for a victim to torment. Luckily for Jock, and perhaps unluckily for Rory, one had literally walked right into him. "Well, are you going to tidy it up?" Jock asked, his eyes flicking down to the drops of alcohol that had missed the human's shirt and instead fallen on the ground. A cold smile played across his mouth. Despite phrasing the sentence as a question there was no doubt that Jock meant it as an order.
Rather than wait for the human to reply Jock reached a hand forward, pulling the cigarette out of the human's shaking hands. With the flick of his hand he threw the cigarette away, not looking or caring where or on who it landed. "You know those things will kill you." Jock said, adding a particular menacing emphasis to the word 'kill', even as his mouth formed what could have been taken as a friendly smile. His eyes glanced back down at the dropped liquid on the ground, "Any time human." He added.
Honestly, the human had got off easy. It would have been another story completely if he had managed to spill anything on Jock's clothes, or cause Jock to spill his own drink. Luckily, being an Angel, Jock was hardly going to be pushed off balance by a mere human.