"Soon to be Esquire," Jack supplies, rubbing his thumb lightly over James Norrington as-he-knows' wrist; a good trick for sussing out how far Jack will get. "The man who will get two verses of Jail House Blues dedicated in his name." He gives a grin to show the comment was made is good fun and takes the fag from his mouth. "Call me Jack."
He turns to follow James L. down the hall. It's clear that he wasn't expecting Jack to turn up again and there's something pleasing in that, that Jack can still catch a man off-guard when he sets his mind to it. He's been out of London for four months and got a bit lax at chatting people up.
He holds the door open for James as they pass outside. Now would be the time to light his cigarette except he still can't place where his lighter went. "Have a light on you? Must have misplaced mine." He positions himself slightly in front of James, keeping himself in the way, so that James can't run off on him.
"Pretty fancy footwork, er, voicework in there. Know your subject well."
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Date: 2008-10-16 08:06 am (UTC)He turns to follow James L. down the hall. It's clear that he wasn't expecting Jack to turn up again and there's something pleasing in that, that Jack can still catch a man off-guard when he sets his mind to it. He's been out of London for four months and got a bit lax at chatting people up.
He holds the door open for James as they pass outside. Now would be the time to light his cigarette except he still can't place where his lighter went. "Have a light on you? Must have misplaced mine." He positions himself slightly in front of James, keeping himself in the way, so that James can't run off on him.
"Pretty fancy footwork, er, voicework in there. Know your subject well."