[There's where you're wrong, Johnny. There is so much dickbaggery in Jack yet. But he also has his moments, brief glimpses of the better person he could be.]

You're a human matchstick talking about cosmic storms and I'm the one who's nuts?

[Jack gives him a pointed look before the corners of his mouth tug up, pulling into a thin smile. There's something about this guy, the way he lives the way Jack could only pretend to, wild and carefree. Could be entertaining. Jack's eyes lid a little as he swallows the rest of his drink and reaches for another.]

Less than an hour ago I was kicking a creature who was was gnawing at my shin. He flew about twenty feet into a castle wall. You?