If it was high school, I'd'a just whopped him a new one. I could take him. [ Jesse takes the lighter and promptly does the deed, sucks down some sweet nicotine and sighs happily out the smoke before he hands the lighter back. ] But, I mean, I ain't gonna. 'Sides, I got my cootie shot in, like, second grade. I'm straight up protected, yo.

[ A beat, and then, ] Why you gotta assume it's my fault anyway? Huh?