"Jackaboy! How ya been? Can I ask a simple eensy weensy tiny favour??"

First of all, no one had called me "jack a boy" before, it was jack, or "fire knight" (I never much liked that name).

"Drop the act" I said calmly, "this is a containment facility not a prison or an asylum, I won't lash out or something". The man's smile faded into all a grin and his shoulders lowered. "So, Ice dude went rogue, and we need all the fire people we can get. We can spruce the place up if you help." He extended his hand, I did mine and he yelped "AAGH FUCK!". I gave him a sly grin as if to say, "there a reason the league of heroes keeps me here and content"