[ Eh, whatever. He'll endure it. His soul is clean enough, as far as he's concerned. More interesting than all that moralizing is the brief dropping of his first name, a familiarity that hints that he's getting comfortable. Or, just drunk.

Jack would argue that being a thorn in England's side is a good and righteous endeavor, but he doesn't expect his companion to agree. or even find it amusing, so he lets it be. His eyes flick briefly down to their hands, not quite joined but not quite not, and makes the choice to hold still, let Irving feel out whatever he feels he needs to. ]

Yes, I do. And I shouldn't be telling you her business like that, so keep it down. [ He scolds, despite it not being much of a secret. Can't let him off that easy. ] We are secure and committed enough that if we have needs that we need to seek out elsewhere, that's fine. Just try not to fall in love with me, won't you?