Jack did a single take, then a double take, then just one more for good measure. Care for a what? Spike didn't say... didn't ask for... did he? “Care for a fag, mate?” Did that mean something different in British, because if such a question was asked if any number of prominent clubs in New York it would get the same reaction.
Not immediately connecting the reference to Spike's cigarette, Jack raised his eyebrows. “You have one? I mean,” his hands flared just a bit, waggling out to the side in confusion. “I mean, other than moi.” Maybe this crazy guy did have a brother he was willing to... have educated in the rites of the 'Mo's.