How about the sharp jab to the side?

Just hard enough to make a werewolf think twice. It'd lay a handful of bruises on a human, but she's not aiming to hurt Jason. Despite the disapproval on her face, there's amusement there too.

"Mind your language when there're ladies present, you smart-mouthed son of a bitch," she laughs.

Jack thinks better of remarking, simply setting the drinks down on the bar in front of them.