"Are you seriously telling me I've got to be all nice and flowery, maybe hit on you a little, just so I can get my ship? Now, now, that sounds dangerously close to blackmail," John mocked with an amused look because even if Jack was a noble little bastard now with the most boring taste in friends he could ever imagine, he never did quite play fair. And he was a little more liberal with his morality. So maybe, just maybe, he could get out of here by the end of the week if he played along and flirted a little.

Easily done! Actually, very easily done. Almost a pleasure. With what sounded like a put upon sigh, John sprawled out his legs a little wider than he probably needed to, his injured leg pointing in Jack's direction. Displayed the best he could at the angle he was at. See, co-operating. "You said you wanted a look, take a look. Not like we got sod all else to do, is it? Not just going to sit in here all day having you tell me about how rich in friends you are. Sounds like I'm trapped in a bloody Christmas special."