The closer the demon got the more Jack could sense the other immortal. Jack was not one to place who was who, like it seemed most people from similar pantheons could, but he could always feel them around. Like a chill down his spine, the ones he related to the most felt stronger to him than those he could not.
Without moving his head, he glanced back at the man's shoes. Alot could be told about a man by his shoes. "You think so?" He asked amused that the immortal thought along the same lines as he had. Standing up, he made his last movement that of turning toward the man, finally laying his gaze on him. The first thing he noticed were the blue eyes, how bright yet mischievous they were, almost matching his own green pair. "It seems if he says hello any louder he might be saying hello to the FBI," he paused with a smirk. "Or the end of a blade."