"Steven, I think I'll have you, sweet boy," Rebekah cooed before Jack drew his blood into the glass of wine. "You certainly know how to treat a lady, my dear," she said with a smirk as she sipped the wine, studying the man over the rim of her glass. "So tell me Jack, how have you been? What career do you have now?" She really wanted to ask questions like: was he happy? Was he seeing anyone? Of course, she didn't want to seem TOO eager concerning him. She had to hold onto a shred of dignity after all.