Jack smirked a little as he heard the annoyance in her tone. Thank fucking god SOMETHING he did to her was finally starting to piss her off. He didn't think he could stand the knowledge that there were more than one Kay in this set of dorms, much less one that could enter his room at will. Something told him that it had something to do with the little 'genie in a bottle' type of trick that caused her to be able to suddenly appear in his dorm room. That or she was better at picking locks than he was. He wasn't exactly sure which one would really annoy him more... probably the latter. At least with the former it would be just another on the list of things to blame his biological relatives about.
He waited for the truth to come out of her, ignoring the fact that she looked like the centerfold of a playboy magazine come to life underneath him. Actually with his wang covering up a decent part of her chest he supposed it was more like a Hustler, but it really was splitting hairs at that point. What was more important now was what the hell she actually wanted from him. God yes she was good at what she did, technically. But on the other hand it was sort of like listening to a synthesizer play Mozart too. Technically she was flawless, but as for the heart of what it was that she was doing? Jack wasn't exactly feeling it. Eagerness, yes, but desire to actually do so? He was guessing that it took a backseat to her desire for whatever she'd come here for, unless her idea of a conquest was somehow more valuable to her.
"Huh, well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you've only banged losers." Jack said with a light shrug of his shoulders. "I'm guessing the frat boy crowd probably doesn't have enough life goals to be able to pick duty over a snow cone, much less you." He said with a light shrug of her head, the boredom showing on his face as he waited for her to fess up to what it was that she wanted. Actually, it was kind of a fucking annoyed horniness. She'd certainly known how to press all of the goddamned buttons, regardless of how much he hadn't really felt like she'd wanted it.
"I guess it's a good thing I'm not writing a novel then..." Jack muttered as she tried to using a Shining pun on him. A for originality though, it wasn't often that someone got that far beyond 'Jackass'. When she mentioned what her actual motives were, he grumbled a little, and let her go, pushing off of the bed so that he could adjust his boxers to cover up his hardon, as flimsy as the covering was, it helped until he got some jeans from the floor halfway on and managed to tuck himself into the rest of them, zipping them up.
"Tell you what, I'll overlook the fact that you've aparently de-volved into a glorified crack whore... I don't even know if they have pot-whores... I guess they must, but seriously, seriously.... no. Just no. And I'll even show up and sell at your fucking party, if you take your shit, take your money, and go. I can't be bought, and it's going to take a bit more... class... for me to be seduced." Jack growled a little as he crossed his arms. "Last chance to cross your arms and bow your head and GTFO, Genie, before I toss your naked ass out my front door to the rabid frat boys..." Jack said flatly.