Talking slaughter with her hand down his pants; in other circumstances, Jackson was pretty damn certain he would have fallen in love with that woman. (In so far as she was female. Chiana was a girl like Aria was a woman; the terms weren't indicative of species, as far as he was concerned.)

"You know my feelings on the matter," Jackson replied, a little shorter of breath than he had been, getting over his temporary distraction to open her pants and push them down, as much as he could while she kept her hand where it was.

And she did. Slaughter was not something he would ever advocate. He did not think that they would need to kill them all, only some key players. And there were those that might join them.