Aw, Kenzi, Jesse's incredibly pleased to hear that. As wary as he is of Galen right now, he still loves him, and wants to see him safe. The mention of facetwins, however, gets him to wrinkle his nose and grumble something like, "Yeah, don't I know it," ominously. He's a bit sore from dealing with Party Poison, mostly emotionally.

And then he spots the baseball bat and wooden spoon. That makes him cackle. "Oh my fuckin' god, were y'gonna use those on me? Tough lady, I gotta watch out, don't I?" He's joking, but there's a hint of seriousness to that - girl has the potential to be a terrifying force of nature, Jesse feels like. "It's real mafia. I kinda like it."

Standing, Jesse runs his hand through his hair. As he walks by her, he goes on a whim and takes her hand to kiss the back of it, singing: "Heyyy, Miss Murder can I, heeyyy Miss Murder can I~" with a big cheesy grin, like the dork he is. He doesn't even care if it makes sense.