Emerson wasn't sure why he was getting so many social calls or even why he was actually inclined to keep them, but he'd been quite the social butterfly lately. This Jack guy might've been a flake with his daylight ring, but he seemed decent enough. And a finely aged bottle of scotch was nothing to turn one's nose up at.
He arrived at Jack's home in his usual ensemble - carefully kept to look like he'd spent absolutely no time on his appearance. He finished his cigarette before he got out of the car, not wanting to litter the vampire's home with his cigarette butts. After knocking on the door, it wasn't long before it was opened. Being that it wasn't Ianto opening it, Emerson could only assume one thing.