"I followed the fairies. Wish I hadn't, should've known better."

Three hundred years of spirits and creatures of folklore, and still Jack was a sucker for their pleas. He tilts his head at Charles and in the same light tone, makes an offer sound like a question.

"We can be friends, right? Until yours get led here, or something."

Jack is far from stupid, but he doesn't pretend to himself that he's interesting enough beyond the basics to keep a professor entertained for very long.