Jacque grunted in response to the greeting from the man who brushed past him to enter the meeting room. For the moment, Jacque just focused on trying to follow through with agent Kemp's request, however when he managed to catch the word 'witch' in the conversation being held by a man and woman, his jaw twitched involuntarily. Despite being undead, Jacque could swear that he could feel a vein throbbing in his temple, however he ignored this sensation in favor of entering the room and taking a seat as far away from the witch as he possibly could whilst gnashing his teeth together. Even then, Jacque did not find the distance sufficient, and resorted to dragging the chair towards the opposite wall and pressing himself against it as he sat back down, all the while casting a venomous glance in Rachel's direction. 'This is such horse shit. Maybe I can get out of this meeting early by saying i'm hungry...' The ghoul mused as he began to rapidly tap his foot against the floor.