Let Jeff have his passive aggression. He gets to use it so rarely. And he hates how that glimmer of sadness actually makes him feel bad for a moment, like he isn't the one who's been fucked with here.

Jeff pushes it down, and embraces his hurt instead. His lips pull into a tight, unpleasant smile, bordering on a sneer.

"Oh good. Glad I could help." He glances up, looking at something he can't even see, commiserating with a presence long-gone. "Use, consume, throw in the trash," he muses cheerfully, a melodic lilt in his voice seeking out the magic around them. There's a part of him that wants to sow fear, start a fire, hurt with an invisible force...

...but that's not who Jeff is. And besides. There's a baby.

The threat of something magical withdraws.

"That's what I'm here for."