Jay makes a clicking sort of snort at Fenris's snarl, not the least bit intimidated or impressed. He gives Fenris a crooked, self-satisfied smirk and crosses his arms, sticking his chin out in an attempt to look stern and defiant. His small stature rather ruins the effect.

"I have ... something of a vested interest in keeping death and what surrounds it sacred," he says, even though the vested interest is theoretically something he should leave behind, with the memories of his Matrix. But old habits die hard. "I'm merely making sure you're not up to anything ... profane or, ah. Disruptive. Your momentary offence is a risk I decided I'd take."