"We are both gentlemen, but you'll find that even in the times of the greatest thinkers that male companions were more preferable. Were they not?" The crone's head tilted slightly as he looked over at the poor doctor. He was really caught in a very interesting situation, wasn't he? "Men can understand men much better, can they not?"

"Just like all powers I have have been more or less since I can remember." Jack relaxed back in the chair, he would behave, somewhat. He rested his hands on the table top again. "Your mind is full of questions, and no, you may not have my blood. You'll forgive me, but where I come from, blood is a very powerful weapon to use against an enemy. I cannot hand it over as easily as you might think or wish." The smile was actually a hint apologetic.

"I do pay attention to you, Mr. McCoy." Jack could understand that the doctor wanted to find out more of what Jack really was. The crone couldn't have that; it could cause a great deal of trouble, more than the crone really wanted to deal with at the moment, or ever.