Her lips at his cheek, he kissed hers alongside, in the customary greeting of most Europeans. "I'm glad your in town. I didn't expect to see your pretty face when I got here." When she pulled away, he took another drag of his cigarette and then smashed it, uncaring, into the ground. He wasn't addicted to cigarettes like many, he merely used them as something to do with his hands, instead of killing people.
Jack smirked. "I have picked out these two adorable waiters, who are waiting in a private curtained booth for us with the wine." Jack did not pick out feeder humans by chance, all his choices were calculated to not bring problems back to him, or based on if he thought they should die or not. Brushing her hair back, his eyes glittered with dark mischief. "Anything else on my mind involves their blood anyhow."