Hey, know thine enemy. Sort of. He really doesn't think Dirk is anything too threatening from what he's seeing, but you never know what kind of stuff is gonna pique a guy's interest. The less Dirk knows about Jesse's hobbies, he figures? The better.

"Cats," he responds a little blankly as he yanks a bag of ice out of the freezer, turns back and drops it unceremoniously on the counter, tugs open the zip tie for Dirk and turns the bag around for him. His own, he takes without rocks, takes a healthy sip and grimaces a bit at the strength. "Yo, assassins? Like hitmen?" Like the mafia?? "Shit sounds exciting, ya ever get in anything real cool? Like a shootout?"