Steinman saw the fight leave Jack and that was... almost good enough. Still, he held onto the trigger of the gun, knuckles still ghost-white. He thought about it, ohhh did he think about it, putting a bullet straight through the eyes of the would-be godling and show him, show EVERYONE that Dr. J. S. Steinman was not one to be trifled with! All in Rapture would know!
Of course, there was Cohen though, cooing in his ear. Calming him. He was trying to breathe calmly, the thin fabric of his mask marking every labored breath he took, every passing moment in which he didn't act on his fury and just end Jack right then and there.
One last breath and Steinman finally lowered the weapon, fingers relaxing especially on the trigger. "Fine, fine," he grumbled irritatingly, sneering down at the boy before he sighed. "I suppose... You are lucky, little godling, that my friend here also thinks you are better off still drawing breath," he grunted.
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