"I know way better than to take you for a fool, but I know even more than that, it's best just not to give you that third chance, if I can help it." If Gant was going to threaten him, he was more than happy to return the favor. But, logic did get the best of him, and he was quick to add, "But I ain't gonna have to arrest you. Only way I'd do that is if you got yerself caught up in some sorta murder. You wouldn't be doin' nothin' like that here, wouldja?"

Jake had gotten used to the ache in his chest around the beach - that he'd been acclimated to within the first couple of months or so. He just wasn't sure if it was the Pull itself or the adrenaline pumping through his veins that was making his heart beat so fast. He was pretty sure it was a mix of both, though with the way he felt so tense around the man in front of him, it was possible it was purely his reaction to being around him, of all people.

And he had caught that little dismissal Gant had given him, and the way he so flippantly ignored his true, proper title, instead referring to him by the title he'd had for the past two years in their world. Officer. Gant had been the one who'd demoted him to Officer in the first place. Officer Marshall, his ass! Jake couldn't help but feel his jaw lock up with anger. After giving him a few more seconds to feel smug about himself, Jake replied rather curtly, "Don't reckon y'heard me the last time. It's Detective Marshall, Mister Gant. I'd like ya t'use my proper title, if it ain't too hard on yer memory to remind yerself."