[John rolls his eye, but there's a little smirk on his own lips. If things could just stay like this between them, that would be for the best. Sharing a quiet joke, ribbing each other about things that don't really matter much in the grand scheme of things here. That's how he wants it to be with Alfie. The other man is easy enough to talk to when they aren't fighting. One of the easiest, in fact.]

You're incorrigible. I didn't report it sometimes on my taxes when the clients paid us in cash. [He's a felony, Alfie. A murdering felon.]

Thanks for making me eat, Alfie.

[He's handing back the Cheez-its, though, because Cheez-its are disgusting.]