[ He releases her hand as they head off together, switching up his grip on his staff as he paces along barefoot at her side. ]

Mops and puddles? You haven't had a lot of fun, have you? What if I did ... this?

[ With a strength belied by his scrawniness, Jack snatches the end of his staff and holds it out it trail over the wall. Ice flares in a line, sprawling outward over old portraits, all too boring and brown and dark for him to care about. ]

What are you gonna do, wait around for it to melt?

[ Quickening his step to stay ahead of her, his grin flashes wide. ]