He's actually a gigantic weenie as Tony cleans and dresses the wound - ow ow dammit shit fuck ow et al, mumbling complaints and telling Tony his bedside manner sucks. Wherever she is, Sofia is probably tickled shitless at seeing the both of them sort of begrudgingly getting along with each other.

The faux-strangling makes Jack bark a laugh that turns into a wheeze, but probably not for the reasons Tony expects. (Or maybe he does. No telling what Tony thinks he did to kill the guy.)

But when Tony's off the phone, Jack's got himself propped into a vaguely comfortable position on the couch, mismatched eyes following him lazily.

"If you're gonna kill me, don't do trash bags. What you wanna do is feed me to dogs. Pigs are better, but I dunno if anybody around here has enough pigs."