Jeff the killer

You and Jeff were on a mission together. You were taking the scenic route back to the manor (as per your request and Jeff's begrudging tolerance), your clothes soaked with the blood of your victims, and came across a lake surrounded by trees. You stared out across the water, admiring the reflection of the sun dipping beyond the horizon, when suddenly, Jeff pulled off his blood-soaked hoodie, stepping towards the water.
"Thank god, I need to get this shit off my face," he grumbled.

Me: hey wanna hang out?
Jeff The Killer: no, go fuck yourself