With a matter-of-fact flick of his wrist Damon sends a splash of gasoline onto the already volatile fire, sparking it higher and more furious. He tosses the now empty can aside with no regard to where it lands.

He's aware of Jacob before he acknowledges him, almost mocking in the way he takes his time to level a disinterested, if coldly amused stare at the one-eyed man. On first glance, one might mistake him for Tony, they have the same face after all. But this man is dressed sharper, very crisp in his choice of attire. As well as his hair, kept trim and neatly groomed, quite the opposite of his original, but it's probably the expression that's the most telling. Cold, aloof, and utterly contemptuous.

Expressions never seen on Tony's much more friendly visage. "Is that the best you can do?" He drawls in a bored tone, casually dusting some soot off of a long sleeve as he turns to face Jacob fully. "Did you get lost from your flock, little lamb?"