[ He jerks his head around to glare at Alec, eyes narrowing, the corners of his mouth curving downward. Faraday is a temperamental son of a bitch at the best of times, likely to respond to fire with fire, and his lips part to snap back before Alec holds up a hand and continues speaking.

He huffs out an aggravated breath, taking in another mouthful of smoke from his cigar. ]

You even know how to shoot that damn gun of yours?

[ Though there’s a little less heat in his words than there might’ve been even ten seconds ago. ]

You carry it around like it might actually do somethin’, but I haven’t seen you fire it yet.