[He'll have a lot to smile about then, because Jason doesn't show signs to stop yelling any time soon.]

You're a freaking idiot. And a dumbass. What if you broke your... neck or something?

[As he speaks, he looks around for the bag Dick is talking about and then reaches for it. He blindly reaches for the bottle without even looking at what's inside the bag. Not because he cares about 'privacy' or stuff like that.

He doesn't. He's stolen before, he's barged inside of people's house when they weren't inside, stealing his classmate's stuff. He doesn't care about privacy. He's just too worried and angry to actually check what's in it. Besides it's probably Dick's dirty clothes anyway...]

I should leave you to die here, jerk.