The immediate criticism of his cleaning skills makes Rhys' hackles rise. No matter the fact that this person is right and that his mopping ability isn't the greatest, he's still trying and isn't that supposed to be important.

From inside of his head, unable to be heard by anyone but Rhys, Jack snickers and says, "Yeah right, kid. You want a medal for trying? Are you five? Are you a child? Gonna go cry to mommy because someone said something bad to you?"

Rhys grimaces and swats at the side of his head, trying to get Jack to shut up so he could focus on who'd just spoken. "The floor's not dirty."

It was wet. It was slippery and there were some...dirty spots but it wasn't overall dirty.

"You think you could do better?"