"Oh." Jack says, and he doesn't sound disappointed, just like he's filing some absolutely banal information away, is all.

Though, even though he's a shade paler after this long post-fight, he still has just enough for a light blush at the man's more flirtatious comment.

And, well, maybe Jack can tease back: "Eh, I've had my neck broken before. I'll admit, it's hard to remember if I ever had it as direct and intentional as a-"

Jack briefly mimes out twisting someone's head, or about what he thinks that looks like based on books and so on.

"-but hey, you know what you're doing."

Speaking of which, Jack eyes the cigarette, and caught up in the lazy, warm, post-fucking feeling, he doesn't think twice as he takes the pack and starts shaking his own cigarette out.

"By the way, what's your name?" Jack asks while he's focusing on that.