Oy, oy... My bad! I forgot what a protective man this Jack of yours is. He was the guy carrying me around before, right?

I'd hate to have to wound someone with such a pretty face, so I guess I'll just have to let you get away.

[His voice is blatantly joking, his good mood returning.]

I guess that's a good way to put it, too! I like to see my prey writhing in fear before I strike. I guess that takes you off the risk list straight away. I don't think I have it in me to break that icy front.