Okay, so Jamie most definitely noticed when the other man shifted, his eyes rather briefly falling in that direction before flickering back up the a proper eyeline once more. Those jeans, in fact, did fit those legs quite perfectly, fitted in all the right places almost as though the material was strategically placed to leave just enough to the imagination to provide a touch of wondering. Why couldn't more men dress like that? In fact... most women could take some lessons in dressing from this good-looking guy here!
And that smile! Hell, he had such pretty white teeth, not a single flaw in the stretched grin. Jamie couldn't help letting his sight take hold of it more than once, internally chiding himself for being so easily distracted. He wasn't normally such a sucker for an attractive individual; he just usually had more on his mind that occupied what for most was so often room for such wondering thoughts.
Wait... huh? So Jamie had been right; this guy hadn't been talking about the cover job. That gave him more to go on as to what to think about to remember how he knew this fellow. He blinked a few times, his mind reaching back further and further through his long memory. If he had indeed met this man before, then he'd most certainly remember... he just had to think about it.
Then... he got it! "Oh, yes! Clara," he said, recalling the teenage whitelighter-to-be who'd been his very first charge. Jamie had been rather alarmed by the demon that'd come after young Clara, and the whole thing with being emotionally and telepathically connected to charges had been new and jarring to him. And this other man, the good-looking one with the perfect smile and shapely legs, he'd come rushing in like some handsome knight in a fairy tale.
"Blimey!" Jamie grinned, rather happy to see the other man again after so long. "It's been nearly thirteen years, mate! How've you been? Never thought I'd run into you again." Then he lowered his voice too, much in the same fashion as the other man had. "You still in the same business?"