Jacob makes a face. Good god, if he'd been out of the water, he might have punched the other just for the way he'd called him kid. He is sick to death of people doing that, of believing he knows nothing because of his age. Age doesn't equal experience, especially when you're an assassin.

But the water wicks away the heat of anger as well as the heat of his body, and he resolves that at the first chance he gets after they have whatever is down there, he's leaving. Part of him considers leaving now, because he isn't cute, and he doesn't give a damn if the other man has to break a sweat.

But his curiosity about the treasures below isp piqued, and so once Cold dives in, Jacob will follow, but not before muttering "What a prick" to the empty room.