"I don't lie." To those who deserve the courtesy. Jackson's reply was bland, a slight shrug accompanying. "It's a messy business, don't you think?" he eyed the man a moment before renewing his easy smile. "I manage whatever my employer happens to need. It's a large choice of activities- so manager is really the best term."

Jackson's expression darkened just a touch, wondering idly if 'coloring the walls' was his idea of some kind of threat. The man's entire presence put him on edge easily enough. Chaos plopped right in the middle of his control.

"I prefer to think of it as simple." he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, fingers steepled. "I'm afraid I don't have your flair for the dramatic." He said, tone a little too dry to be without insult.