"This isn't any worse than some of the stuff the Unseelie throw out about me. At least you'll get your facts right, if you ever want to go that route."

Wry black humor precedes the way he shakes his head, lashes lowering for a moment to eye the tea, flicking back up to meet Charles's gaze. If this is a lack of manners, Jack's the Easter Bunny.

"I'm not hungry. Thanks, though. I'd cool it down if I came over there and you look pretty settled for the afternoon." In an effort to swing the conversation onto even ground, he asks, "Are you waiting for a friend out here?"