[There's a ringing in his ears, and he feels too hot, and there's amusement in his (his) voice, too much amusement-- and before Jack knows it, he's shoving Ashraf forward with a wordless yell, his hands gripping his collar, his other curled in a tight fist. He holds it back, threatening.]

Don't, fucking don't, you don't fucking do shit to people like that without askin', you can't just fuckin' do stuff to people and think it's fuckin' funny--