"Why so glum, friend?" Jonathan Phrase said.
"Not much to be happy about, is there?" Jax muttered, glaring at the man sitting across from him.
"Oh, I don't know about that," he said, smiling infuriatingly. "You're still alive. You're young and strong. You have an incredibly charming and handsome conversational partner."
Jax looked at the man with a raised eyebrow. His skin was dirty and rough, a week-old stubble covering his jaw and cheeks. Grey, tangled hair fell to his shoulders. Quite frankly, he looked like a pile of rags, and 'charming' was not the first word that came to mind.